The white flower,
single and pure,
swaying, as if laughing,
fresh and shining,
from the morning dew,
dancing in the breeze,
gaiety at its peak,
like a baby in his cradle,
innocent, unknown to vice,
the pureness of his soul,
is blossomed like the flower's,
but both will stop swaying,
when the breeze turns to dust,
of betrayal, of vice,
of the unkind society,
and its torments,
the cruelties,
the lies and the deceit;
the soul that was pure,
honest and unstained;
the white flower is no more,
pure; but yellowed,
withered by the unkind wind,
tarnished by the evils,
it sways no more,
but droops slowly,
and the petals wear away,
with each gust of intolerance,
until the delicacy is worn out,
and just the stalk is left,
rough and naked,
its beauty and purity gone,
and head bowed in shame,
willing to break away from the branch,
that still connects it to life,
to a mere sorry existence,
so when the next gust comes,
it blows away silently,
gladly; to be rid of the misery,
of standing alone; pure,
in the midst of such impurity!
with each gust of intolerance, until the delicacy is worn out, and just the stalk is left, rough and naked, OMG: This is truly awesome. Mehreen it was an honor to be here Good luck Girl Rehan
brilliant poem...probably your best till now... keep writing girl.... cheers
A very well written poem, the white flower depicting innocenece and purity that for some does not last, 10 for this Lynda xx
Flower power at its beat At the midst of such impurity very nice to read
I'm really not a fan of poems that don't rhyme... But it seems this one is worth the time. Good show! .. Continue the poetic shimmering glow!
i like it and i also like the inherent implication that another is coming into being even as these petals float away... this impure crazy nasty world is the same where flowers (flowers!) are born and live
At first it starts with the beauy of nature, then turns into deciet- portrays your true emotions- nice write :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one of the most special poems I have read. It is worthy of a place among my treasured favorites. You are a special poet to write such a wonderful treasure of the written word. GW62