I am put on the table
In the corner of your room
I smile my flowers
In different colors.
You keep me
For your room's decor
But do you know
My smile is in flowers
Cut from their branches
The cut is dipped
In the tears of my heart.
How long the flowers
Can smile?
They wilt in sorrow
When you see the pale petals
Throw them into a dust bin
So many incredibly beautiful and delicate and heart-piercing images in this lovely poem: I smile my flowers In different colors- - - - - - - - - - - ] .My smile is in flowers Cut from their branches The cut is dipped In the tears of my heart.- - - - - - - ] How long the flowers Can smile? They wilt in sorrow- - - - - - - - - - - - -]This is such a heart-full verse, tender to all aspects of life even to the clipping of flowers from their life-giving stems- - -10 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hi Susan Williams. Love your words as always.Thank you for your kind words.
Bharati, , Thanks for the vase! ! ! I shall cherish it FOREVER! ! ! The flowers I plan to toss in the dust bin after your next visit. Please replace them with plasitc ones, as I'm allergic to 'live' ones. thanks. bri : )
'I smile my flowers In different colors' this line I especially liked and will contemplate for awhile in thought.
Thank you for reading my poem, When Innocence Is Crushed, which runs with the same insight.
A profound poem well crafted imbued with meaningful message, embellished with great metaphors and images. A marvelous poem that shows empathy.
In every fiber of this poem, sadness lurks. A great depiction on how someone is unfairly treated. The closure lines speak of the said treatment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The flowers were plucked from the loving branches where at they were designed to attract the insects by their colors and fragrance, to pass a meaningful life for producing seeds and fruits. When they were plucked and put in a flower pot they passed a meaningless life. No doubt they decorated the table but when turned pale were thrown in the dust bin. A graet poem about life of the flowers.
Thank you Akhtar Jawadji for your kind appreciation.I fully agree with what you say about the flowers in a flower pot passing a meaningless life as they are denied their original purpose for which they were born..