[Inspired by “Flowers In A Vase” by Bulgarian Poet Alexander Shurbanov (Translated into English by Ludmila G Popova-Wightman) ]. Thanks to renowned reviewer and blogger, Mr. PGR Nair, who posted the poem on Facebook yesterday.]
A bunch of rootless flowers
Stacked pleasingly in a vase
Hiding their pain, all in smiles
Placed on desktop
Just for our comfort
Like the rootless that roam the earth
Paining our sobbing conscience!
Is it not the same ache we have
Deep at the bottom of the heart?
Every human babe - is it not
A flower inside a vase
To pine, pine and pine
Looking at the forlorn star
Rootless on the plane called life?
It is the unspoken plight of the rootless flowers in a vase that has come alive in this poem along with irony of human lives: Every human babe - is it not A flower inside a vase
A wonderful poem indeed. However, unlike cut flowers babies are deep-rooted in their mother's and connected to each other heart by immortal love. Thank you.
A bunch of rootless flowers Stacked pleasantly in a vase Hiding their pain all in smiles Placed on the desktop Just for our comfort- - - - -How we hide our pains deep inside and smile on like a bunch of cut flowers put in a vase..Wonderful poem.
While going through this poem again, I found that I have left a comment earlier.Perhaps this poem was in my subconscious and had inspired me to write my poem - Flower Vase.I was not aware whether the emotions I felt was flowing in me much earlier every time when I go to throw wilted flowers of a vase in the dustbin or took its root after I had read your wonderful poem.I must have rated it a 10 and again try giving full marks.
Every human babe - is it not A flower inside a vase So true. We keep searching for the roots!
I connected with this. Often i feel like that flower in a vase. And i have a million thoughts sometimes. but you put it so beautifully in a 'vase'. It is so gracious and made me want to read it for the third time.
It's simply beautiful...........................................
Wonderful poem nicely envisioned. An intensive one. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the story of every soul that finds itself rootless! In a way we are all cut away from our roots and planted elsewhere. Whether the climate is favourable or not, there we are supposed to bloom.....! This is especially true of most of the women. Though they pine for the familiar soil, they hide their pain inside and smile and give delight to others like the bunch of flowers placed in a vase! Wonderful write! A 10