Smelling the flower
on the laden twig of a plant
is your real bonding with Nature, and
not plucking it, for
more than the top of your dinner-table,
more than your mistress' long tresses,
more than your aesthetic taste-buds,
let the buds stay on the boughs,
do not make the Nature barren
for the mere selfish satisfaction
and pleasure!
Flowers and Nature's beauty is there only to see and enjoy. nice write.
Plucking flowers and letting them wither faster is being insensitive to the beaty of creation! Take from Nature only that which we can give back! A noble way of looking at God's creation!
Flowers are to be enjoyed in their natural location. Only question arises when they are grown commercially to be plucked. Nice poem with beautiful expression.
the poetess loves and gets inspired by the bond of nature's myriad agencies. she dislikes nature being brutalised, a nature-lover that she is, she echoes the great Romantics.
I totally agree with you Shahzia - I wrote and posted a poem entitled Pray do Not Pick the Daffodils which I posted early least year. However, it has disappeared from my list and PH say they have no record of it, although I did receive comments. I intend to post it again, so you may like to read it when I do - same sentiments as your lovely poem.
Flowers are alive and they should be treated as living things but to celebrate happy moments we use flowers to express our emotions and same flowers serve us when we mourn death and wreathes are laid on tombs. A nice write that arouses many thoughts in mind.
a good poem, flowers are beautiful when picked they do not last long.
I agree with you completely, never pick the flower let it grow with the plant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a truth observed more in breach! this lovely poem is a pointer.