I pluck flowers from the spring-laden
branches
and put them one by one in my
basket
But my basket remains empty
I wonder where do all the flowers go.
There remains a nagging void in my
heart, a sadness palls my efforts
But I continue to pluck and put more
flowers in the basket.
Every time I look at it, it shows emptiness
its blank bottom makes me aware of the great void
inside me.
'Why don't you look inwards, son! There is a flower blossoming
inside you, eager to spread
its perfume and fill your being
with its sweetness.'
I thought I heard a voice from Unknown Regions telling me.
- - - Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem. If only we'd take the time to blossom our heart and soul. The basket will remain full.