Having thousands of gardens,
Having millions of flowers,
Is the city of gardens!
With wise learned wardens!
And a small piece of land,
On the farther end,
In a corner neglected,
Only few plantations!
Where visitors are rare,
There is no boundary wall,
As the fear of being plucked,
The flowers don't have.
The familiar faces,
With silver in their hairs,
And gold in their hearts,
Often visit this land.
They kiss the flowers,
They feel their fragrance,
And when they kiss the flowers,
Their kiss is not wild!
They kiss the flowers,
As a granny kisses,
Her newly born grandchild,
Still in the cradle!
Lovely, lightly and gently,
Their passion and emotion,
Their promoting kindness,
Makes the flowers smile.
And the life of flowers,
Is increased by a day,
And the land is inspired,
Furthermore for the flowers!
(A lovely comment of Valsa George inspired me to write this poem. Thanks Valsa)
the life of flowers, Is increased by a day, And the land is inspired, ................wish all life would have been like this..............
An amazing poem........................................................
As far i know Lahore in Pakistan is said to be city of garden.Lahore is an old city with history of thousnds yrs. Its culture n beauty is intact. beautiful write sir.
Youth of the land and the way of bringing up the symbol used garden- earth, flowers- children lovely write
Beautiful garden where flowers fear none and they are content with the small piece of land. Very true said, And the life of flowers, Is increased by a day, And the land is inspired, Furthermore for the flowers! ....land where such positivity flows, flowers will bloom beautifully. Loved the way you presented this poem. Thanks for sharing with us.
I wonder what that comment is! Any way glad to know that my comment has been so inspirational for you to compose such a lovely poem Akhtarji! Yes, I too believe that words have so much of power! THANK YOU!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the life of flowers, Is increased by a day, And the land is inspired, Furthermore for the flowers! A poem on flowers of words, we call it poems.