Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

A Flower Which Tries To Live


A flower is alive and trying to breathe
In a deserted land this flower lives
It senses living when the rain drops.
The droplets of rains just makes this isolated flower be fine again
With life the process of glowing goes on
It glows and displays that life has not ended
Things do get tougher with passing of lengthy days
Still, somehow the spirit of this only flower never dies.
When the rains arrive things will get better
Till then it is simply about surviving, the difficulties of days
For a flower, which continues to remain.

Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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  • Gajanan Mishra (3/17/2014 1:30:00 AM)

    a flower is alive, wonderful, It means, what I think, the world is alive, thanks.
    Please read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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