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The Withered Petals

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I hold the withered petals
of my illusions
in my hand.
Then I throw them on the ground
and lift my foot
to trample upon them....
But I can't,
Because I can't be cruel,
Because it hurts,
Because it is painful....
So I pick up again the withered petals
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The Withered Petals
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: cynicism
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COMMENTS
Sylvia Lukeman 23 November 2019
I can see that I will be reading late into night with your fine poetry You have injected beauty even into bitterness although a sort of ugliness is being implied Thank you
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C. P. Sharma 23 September 2009
Relevant irrelevance, an idea so beautifully introduced and developed and couched in the heart chosen imagery. A great dialogue with the self, And soon the murmuring heart replies, Fragrant memory in twirled petals survives. cp
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Nalini Hebbar 15 July 2006
you have a way with words...this was lovely...love...nalini
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Jay P. Narain 21 March 2006
Another nice poem. It's nice to express your feelings.
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Ray Forever 19 March 2006
Hi Jasbir, Really nice poem, again written with yr heartfelt feelings but pls remember that no matter what....love yourself.dont allow cynicism and disgust to enter you....if you did something with a true heart..thats what matters.let cynicism and disgust enter the others mind who were not true to themselves and to you.... Take care...Renu
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