Thousands of flowers I'd pluck'd,
When I met them on my lonely paths:
On the hills top, lake shores and valleys.
I pick'd them all with my bare hands,
And brought them all to my hut.
Where they were separated!
By their fragarance, shape and colour
From my hands to others,
And adorn'd on others crown
But I ne'er felt the nothingness in me
As I'd the smallest fragrance in me
That led me to get the nector again
That I'd once tasted on my way
There're still flowers flourishing,
On the hills top, lake shores and valleys
And I'm on my way to reach there
To form my mind a beautiful garden
Like a bee buzzing around the flower
My heart is still beating for a flower
To drink its insatiable nector! ! ! !
beautiful composition, right attitude displayed on knowledge and life.. kudos..10
To form my mind a beautiful garden - that one phrase subtly indicates the connection to Knowledge! Well written!
Knowledge is flourishing this poem and it is a beautiful hope within.
There is fragrance in each one of us and our lives can be turned into a beautiful garden, if hope abides! A lovely write Vipins with a lot of positive thoughts!
A beautiful mind that tastes the sweet nector of flowers! Excellent write! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good. Yes...Knowledge is nector...Well written.