When someone thought a few dollars a stalk was too expensive,
To present as the show of love and affection, that experience,
Has made one to grow the garden full of beautiful flowers,
Even then a flower has not been plucked and presented,
It is not the money that matters, but the habit one cherishes,
The show of kindness can be shown in many forms and ways,
For a few it may be the flowers, but to others it is their presence.
When the loved ones are around, we will become a bouquet.
when we gather for a function, we like to squabble,
let the peace prevail and make our meeting more meaningful.
'When loved ones are around we will become a bouquet'. enjoyed it.
I loved the lines-When the loved ones are around, we will become a bouquet-Nice poem to ponder over.!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and lovely poem...