Among so many different flowers
In the hilly slopes and the valleys,
Stood a solitary one in the corner,
That singularly caught my eyes.
All the flowers gently swayed alike,
But not all had the same merriment.
Some did it with sprightly dance,
Some like a ritual, as if in a trance.
Butterflies, bees and the dragonflies
All came in groups with no surprise,
Singing their own serenades of love,
To the bright flowers, hovering above.
When all others were frolicking in fun,
Distinctly different was the solitary one,
All the while she was looking at the sun
To collect her nectar, no one had come.
A poet proceeded to her in steady gait,
To take her picture, he couldn't wait.
He knew one day his memory would blur
So he wanted a picture, to archive her.
This picture became a symbol to many
Who were lonely, without a company,
To them it was but a symbol of solitude,
Of a lonely soul marching with the multitude.
Poet's Notes:The idea of this poem came when the poet saw a solitary flower while visiting Nangolkot, Nepal, in April,2012
Dhaka
13 November 2013
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This took my breath away. I especially love the parallel one can draw between the solitary flower and the solitary woman. Lovely work.
You are an observer, a searcher for life's secrets. Who is searching shall be full filled. Beautiful thoughts.
I am much honored by your adjectives, madam Lasoaphia Quxazs. Thank you for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts.
@ Adriana Avila Thank you so much for your kind words, I am much inspired, much obliged!
Excellent poem. Sometimes solitude gives us pleasure. I think so. I also want to be like that flower. Beautiful writing.
Thank you @Ruma Chaudhury for praising my poem. Your kind appraisal inspired me a lot.
@ Yasmeen Khan I am very much inspired by your comment on my poem. Thanks for reading my poem, and I am glad you liked it.
@ Neera Lollbeeharry I appreciate your comment on my poem you have so thoughtfully written. Truly inspired. Much obliged, many thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The best poems or any literature for that matter convey the universal themes that transplant any individual from one culture and into another, loneliness and desperation are found beyond every country and language, and the great writers are able to convey universal truth. This is universal a lovely work.
Oh, I am so much pleased to have such a high appraisal of my poem from you- 'This is universal a lovely work'. Thank you dear poet @Kevin Patrick. Your poem -'Sword Or Pen? ' is a very inspiring poem. I've just read it and left a comment there.