Proud thorns to flowers once this said:
Careless hands crush you down, no care,
Yet, as if mute you seem to bear,
Far too timid hast God you made;
But none has messed with us ever.
Look, our life for others is meant,
Said flowers, if you understand,
For others hast dear God us sent,
Everyone here treats us as friend,
Friendly we always find their hand.
Pluck, pick, they play with us like toy,
But that be our life's avowed joy,
See, seeing you they turn away,
May be it's your colour— dull grey,
Life we feel should make someone's day.
And ever since thorns' attitude
Changed, flowers their life's new-found aim—
To save the buds, owning up blame,
From sense of shame to feeling good,
Being good behind villain-hood!
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Musings | 01.12.13 |
Dear Pathak sir, you have made an incisive conversation among thorn and flower which will be so adorable to readers. Here I want to quote few lines...Look, our life for others is meant, / Said flowers, if you understand, / For others hast dear God us sent, / Everyone here treats us as friend, / Friendly we always find their hand. This is really a beautiful poem with lofty theme.10
Thank you for finding the poem so good, beyond my expectations, dear poet KM.
Pluck, pick, they play with us like toy/But that be our life's avowed joy/See, seeing you they turn away/May be it's your colour— dull grey/Life we feel should make someone's day....brilliantly expressed sir! I enormously adore the great maturity of this wonderful piece of poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers bring joy to people and they feel it is their life's mission. They don't mind being plucked or crushed by cruel hands. The attitude they show to life is venerable. If one can find joy in being of service to others, he won't mind taking extra trouble. The message illustrated through the flowers will ring loud in the hearts of every sensitive soul.
Thank you so much the wonderful comments