a tiny bud is plucked from the garden
and thrust into a watered vase with the others
it struggled to find space in that little vase
competing with the other flowers
more exotic some with deadly thorns
in that crowded vase
it could hardly breath
the tiny bud withered
deprived of the chance
to bloom
This is so true of life in general - but they say that the meek shall inherit the earth, but that remains to be seen methinks! ! Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi, Excellent poem. I like it very much.