In a whiff of salubrious morning air
The flowers in my garden looked all too fair
They had an unseen radiant gleam
And resembled the ones I had in my dream
In my garden they happened to bloom
After a rainy night of ever deepening gloom
When the ashen night had quickly sped
And the East started turning red
When the night lamps were snuffed out
And the luminous daylight broke out
It was then I chanced to gaze at them
Rollicking in breeze on their delicate stem
They were like fairies from a fictitious land
And adorned my garden like a jeweled band
In daylight, dazzling their beauty and glory
They seemed to narrate an enticing story
Those blossoms had a mysterious grace
That I thought of placing them in my vase
While I stood admiring them in rising ecstasy
The passersby looked at them in growing jealousy
With dusk fall, on looking out into my garden
Those beauties were no more there to gladden
Someone had stealthily plucked them and was gone
And my poor heart in despair began to moan
To my dejection, I saw the mother plants cruelly pulled apart
And felt a piece being sliced out from my heart
Then I heard a faint whisper from deep inside
They were words mild, but seemed to chide
'Why do you look all too down cast
Over a trifle, you have irrevocably lost,
What's gone is gone and shall never come to stay
And the pain it causes has to wither away.
Keep your eyes open for new treasures to behold
Be assured, when one is lost, several others shall unfold'!
You started well with description of flower painting a beautiful picture, developed the idea smoothly gaining pace, added the some harsh taste to it in the middle that saddened the readers. But I am extremely glade to read the last part that gave hope to the readers. One other well written poem Well Done Jahan
the dancing flowers with rhyme and rhythm of your words enchanted me to dance with them and the ending with a strong and practical philosophy of life gives this a universal appeal....
the dancing flowers with rhyme and rhythm of your words enchanted me to dance with them and the ending with a strong and practical philosophy of life gives this a universal appeal....
Beautifully written poem Valsa - I don't like to see flowers plucked from their stems either, they should be left to dance under the sun. Good philosophy though, no use crying over spilt milk they say.
The beginning of the poem is so fantastic and the concluding is so touching with lofthy theme. A great poem in your pen has been amazingly shared here.
Keep your eyes open for new treasures to behold Be assured, when one is lost, several others shall unfold- - - -so much wisdom in these two lines- -We should set our sight for the future rather than bemoaning what is gone for ever and can not be retrieved.
how beautifully you have given a message in the concluding lines taking flowers as an example, , an enchanting write Be assured, when one is lost, several others shall unfold'! - SO TRUE
This can be summed up with the events of life that old withers and new shines, then why should we bother over past things rather be prepared for the new things......Valsa......nice concept with nice composition....10
I am impressed by the descriptive talent shown in this piece.Very wrong to steal but think of the pleasure that renewal will bring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The warmth of your dancing flowers tugs at my heart For my flower wither a fade for so the darkness is only the light that fill my days. Lovely write ~*~ Randy