On a wintry morn, just for a lark,
I went for a morning walk.
All of a sudden I spotted roses bloom.
I stood spellbound watching the hues
And had my daily talk with God,
And said out aloud, Lord
How do you do it?
While we hassled, sit
And moan about life being dreary
At the end of the day when we are weary.
As I walked past flower beds,
In colors- pink, white, violet and red.
Poppy, Calendula, Pansy, Flox
Their smiling upturned faces seem to mock.
They will die in a day or two,
I thought as I saw the petals covered with dew.
They just bloom unaware of their beauty,
Has God sent them to fulfill a duty?
I wonder why we pluck flowers,
And put them in vases.
They belong here
In the flower beds, where
All can bask in their beauty
And forget about their chores and duty.
There is nothing like the beautiful flowers God gives us. A very sweet and refreshing poem. Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being part of this universe In a limited time and space We dwell in our own Personal desires And affection for few Very nearest. Only when we free ourselves From this personal bond We will enjoy The beauty of nature Which is all set for us, free. In your poem we can see your Good nature. Thank you.