Flowers Of Hope Poem by Soumili Karmakar

In my world flowers bloom together treasuring trust for each of my morning's tears
It soothes souls of sons and daughters for seas to be lively and inspiring every year.
At times the cloud wishes and drapes himself in white,
Shining around to honour the grace of the eternal light.

If some left them behind in rain
Or if some were worn out of age, entitled as vain,
Prayed constantly in believing rhythms after some stars colored the quite night sky.
Some glittered in their own rays of the loyal moon
As Solitude sprinkled silver to signify fallen stars didn't lose in gloom.

When pearls rose alone in the flowing river,
Forever floating of ancient histories living in songs of waves
And veiling the mystery of oceans in a radiant morning dew coloring for souls at its best.

Countless drops pouring in a cup,
Coldness of damp leaves spreading fragrance being whole enough in my little grove
Filling a smile in the hearth of silence, witnessing the daylight in love
Whence streams in the hill sang for the flying dove.

Some seek to fill their hearts in the music of  winding echoes,
The flash of a million miles and golden morning lightens faith of meadows.
It rains on our petals of time
And winds wait for our wings to cherish the mist in skies.

Midnight owls circling around the old trees,
Did he know some past of the woods were buried in depths of unreachable seas?
Did he know life greeted many calmly souls to rest as the morning sun was the only hope that was seen?

One day the Robin meets the day when monsoon steps forward to gift the sky,
The happiness of billowing magic softened in the eyes.
Some light years are yet left to be explored,
Some refreshing showers will purify the rust in souls.

Beyond the wishes of every story gently adored Listen, who is standing in the field gazing at the moon!
 How minds learned to name by heart to be honest, to see some grateful colors from times unknown.

Crossing the ocean's shore dark in blues,
We swimmed in depths to praise the seashells who won.
Do you know I remembered, whenever my words mingled with my flowers even if the sphere was cold?
Crystals, gems and pearls of wisdom were to be kept in the labyrinth of our blue sea
Finding divine in wandering little wind in the lees,
I wish every ship reaches to one's hopeful dock as the light gleams making alive their soulful thoughts.

A butterfly is singing the music of peace,
The concept of time cares and longs for old trees, while the sunlight colors the dawn of seeds
It's all in the raindrops of heart returning to shine,
Just as a fresh summer breeze.

At times felt in silence, when stellar friends reminding my senses
To open my eyes while it rains
To color the faith of tomorrow as my flowers says,
'Galaxies have souls with stardust and moonlight,
Lavender in the garden smiles with Pines
Eyes exist drawing our cradle of life,
And a meandering bee returns to his hive'.