Flowers Poem by Nosheen Irfan

The flowers we see are blissfully unaware of tomorrow. A wonderful poem Nosheen, putting flowers first.

What a beautiful poem imbued with a great message and wisdom. Our life like flowers is ephemeral. Some could shine in an instant and spread goodness and make life beautiful. Flower, however, is much more short lived yet they can spread their fragrance and beauty that could linger in our minds.

Let the future remain hidden, live the moment in its fullness. Brilliant

Yet, though short lived, flowers could come again and again as season changes. This is probably the reason why they are more daring. Whereas, our life, when terminated goes to another dimension, a life after death. Beautifully written, as always. To my Poem List.

Flowers are meant to wither/But they smile blissfully unaware.......so true! An adorable piece of poetry emitting engaging fragrances! The poem is so short but highly expressive with illustrious rhythm and rhyme....10

But they smile blissfully unaware...loved the contrast. A very nice poem. Loved it.5 stars! !

Sorrow of the past! ! Hope for the future. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

This is literature. You know the type of writing I refer to- -the kind you can read under the name of Robert Frost, Maya Angelou, Emily Dickenson. There's such a powerful truth in this in lines so graceful and lovely. And it touches the emotions of the reader with such finesse. 10+++++++++++++++++ and onto my fav list

Part 3 “I fret over what's happening tomorrow” The great men of the yore, who lived in India, lived a live of astute penance and could overcome the “fret” over tomorrow. Great men like Mahatma Gandhi could overcome fear. That is why he could travel around the world in just his loincloth, regardless of the inclement weather. Again, on being shot at, he uttered just, “hey ram”..., having full control over not only his soul, but on his lips too...

Part 2 I'm scared of what is to come Those fragile flowers have more dare” This is true about man. But, flowers: Wind comes to shake them too” but they do not understand the meaning of fear. But, “There's no soul, unscathed by sorrowl” “But they glow, come what may” we should learn to grow out of fear, like the flowers.