Shobhita Singh

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I Picked A Flower - Poem by Shobhita Singh

I picked a flower from a bush
And I loved it so
Put it in a vase next to my bed
But how was I to know

That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour

The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know

That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go

And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know?


Comments about I Picked A Flower by Shobhita Singh

  • Rookie - 339 Points Vipins Puthooran (12/26/2011 11:43:00 AM)

    It's a great poem to me! ! Much meaning it has! ! Really wonderful piece of poetry! ! ! 10+++ (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,136 Points Kee Thampi (12/26/2011 10:34:00 AM)

    Good rose bush
    That the flower cried for its bush
    That the bush cried for its flower
    But how was I to know
    That the flower would die in an hour (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lekshmi Menon (6/17/2011 10:25:00 AM)

    simple, but beautiful................ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, June 17, 2011


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