An unpretentious wild flower
Peeped out of the crannied stone ledge
A peach colored blossom
With bright yellow stamens around her navel
She had an exquisite charm
With a seductive smile
So pretty that she could put to shame
Her garden cousins stationed high
She nodded her head in the breeze
As if to invite the footloose ramblers
Who might chance to pass that way
To feast on her beauty
And taste her fragrance
Ere she falls down dead
Unattended, sans sound
In that wilderness
In another day's time,
.......Unnoticed,
..................Untouched
...............................Unsung!
Unnoticed, ..................Untouched ...............................Unsung! But the poet noticed, and wrote a touching song................................
She had an exquisite charm With a seductive smile She nodded her head in the breeze As if to invite the footloose ramblers Who might chance to pass that way... but it is unlucky she falls down dead.. Unnoticed, ..................Untouched ...............................Unsung! It is a heart touching poem on flower with fascinating presentation. Thank u madam for posting such a lovely poem.
So sad! At least, I wish you poet had gone her way. Or, did you? Yes, you did. Otherwise, this poem would not have taken birth. Valsaji, I believe the poet in you is coming out fully alive only now like a butterfly out of its chrysalis, because I loved this. (10)
She nodded her head in the breeze As if to invite the footloose ramblers Who might chance to pass that way To feast on her beauty And taste her fragrance Ere she falls down dead Unattended, sans sound In that wilderness In another day's time, ....thrilling expression. Brilliant poem. Thanks again. .......Unnoticed,
Never unnoticed, as that precious wildflower is immortalized in this verse. Such a great and wonderful irony that something called 'wild' can be so reserved and contained. A great poem, Valsa.
Your poetry is much like that little wildflower- -humble, exquisitely beautiful, peeping out at us with that sweet sweet charm......... but unlike that wee flower, you and your poetry will NOT be...... ........Unnoticed, ..................Untouched ...............................Unsung!
How sad when we overlook such beauty that this earth shows us on a daily basis. Love it...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound poem with underlying message, things may go unnoticed yet nature and many creatures of Almighty are there on earth to notice, touch and enjoy the fragrance....A perfect 10