Raabia Tabassum

Rookie - 21 Points (7th August 1998)

A Bunch Of Flowers - Poem by Raabia Tabassum

i went to the tall grass
where the wind was blowing gently
it looked as if we were in heaven
but we werent
as i stood there
a man came and asked
what are you doing?
i said i was bowing
but now it had becum
so nice
what a nice weather
i stood there
looking at the nasty cat
she was very fat
i had nasty laugh
but again i was in the heaven
what a nice weather!
i stood there
looking at the trees
when my eyes faced
a beautiful bunch of flowers
i kept staring
it was fare
but i moved closer
and closer
when i saw i bunch
of jasmines
i smelled them!
what a beautiful smell
i was in the heaven again!
no one around
i only in the warm wheather
had the spring come! ?
i wondered
but as soon as i wondered
the weather changed
SPRING had came
i wouldnt blame
because the
bunch of flowers had
made my dream come true!


Comments about A Bunch Of Flowers by Raabia Tabassum

  • Silver Star - 3,530 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (9/7/2013 1:40:00 AM)

    Wow such a nice poem, i love it as much as i luv jasmines. Pls do coment my latest too. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Abida Rahman (5/9/2009 6:26:00 AM)

    This was an amazing journey. It brought me back through childhood. I felt like I was flying back and looking down at myself in my old back garden... Really lovely! =D thank you for your tremendous writing, it felt so nice to read. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Yoonoos Peerbocus (5/7/2009 12:47:00 AM)

    interesting theme /diction too (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Marryyu L.d (5/3/2009 7:31:00 AM)

    this poem is best of all (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Marryyu L.d (5/3/2009 7:08:00 AM)

    ur indeed a poetress great work your poem makes me proud of you (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ravinder Malhotra (4/30/2009 3:11:00 AM)

    Have you ever noticed your mother cook.... she takes the chicken, has it cut to pieces, marinates it, prepares the masala over a slow heat, puts the chicken into the masala along with condiments etc and then lets it cook till it is tender, and finally adds salt and pepper to make it palatable....OR does she bring it on to the dining table alongwith the condiments etc and calls its cusisine!
    Words are condiments, emotion the chicken, imagination is the slow flame...you have it all... Cook it so it may be called poetry! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie rago rago (4/30/2009 3:05:00 AM)

    you have made me travel heaven........a beautiful write and eloquent presentaion. Fantastic write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 30, 2009



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