Petals from the flower
Falling and withering away,
Sweet scents have mingled in the air,
Colors lost, the branches look bare.
I sit on the door step
To welcome old memories,
But with time
They have faded
Like my failing eyesight.
They have all visited my garden,
The blazing Summer,
Gurgling rain,
Cold winter,
And colorful spring,
Breezes bring,
Some fragrances,
Laden with old memories,
Ah!I keep the door open,
To welcome them all! ! !
Thoughts change with time, thoughts change with the weather, thoughts change when a dawn embraces a dusk. A thoughtful poem.
Thank you Akhtar Jawadji.Yes thoughts change with time, with weather and dawn embraces dusk.- - Beautiful words.
Breezes bring, Some fragrances, Laden with old memories, Ah! I keep the door open, To welcome them all! ! ! beautiful poem of simple thoughts welcoming the sweet memories in silence at your doorstep on an evening. lovely dear Bharati. thank u. tony
I sit on your door step in Spirit, Bharati. This is Fab's Four Seasons rolled into one beautiful poem.
Many many thanks revered Poets Glen Kappy, Sri Kumaramni Mahakul, Valsa George, Bri Edwards and Dr.Radhakrisna Menon for taking time to read my poems and giving your valuable feedback.It means so much for my spirit to keep writing.
hi, bharati! it's been a while—in part because my wife and i vacationed for more than three weeks. i'm glad this morning to see new postings by you in english. I like this one—the feel, the directness of it. you illustrate the power of smell to evoke memory—i thought of my recent visit in washington d.c. where trees, of a kind i wasn't familiar with, sweet-scented the neighborhood we stayed in. be well! -glen
They have all visited my garden, The blazing Summer, Gurgling rain, Cold winter, And colorful spring, ........so touching expression on past memories. A marvelous poem shared. Thanks.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Bharati, Yes, Bharati, let us keep our doors open for all the good things, all good memories, all fragrances that make our life better. Good poem. Congrats.
Thank you Unnikrishnan E.S. for your nice comment.We reminisce good things of life in our hours of loneliness.