It was
A flower of yesterday,
I smell it today
And I feel
It can never be stale,
It carries with it
The sweetest fragrance
For innumerable ages,
I nourish the flower
As the best treasure,
I praise the flower,
I love the flower
I adore it too
With my heart's content,
Still I feel....
I do nothing for the sweetest flower.
Flower is flower, either wild or from fertilized garden; flower is always beautiful, either it's yesterday or today; smell of this flower is sweet always; nice to read your poetic thought
The soul so greatly appreciates all that your spirit has done for it, Anjandev!
The Soul is the sweetest power. Brilliant metaphor, Anjandev
What an enchanting poem, the sweetness of yesterday cannot be found today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we feel our efforts are not enough. A well expressed and crafted poem.