They lie there, on the chipped slab
Where no one sniffs its smell
Its beauty does not rouse a talk
Since the dead can't see and tell
Thronging the shrine of sacred stone
Each element in service of him
Endorsed with holiness unknown
They gleam with a hallowed vim
Laid with care, designed to excite
Gracing the boudoir of newly wed
Squashed, squeezed through the night
While a life begins, they are dead.
even after death....lovely i just wrote a senryu inspired by this poem...'a garland'
....While a life begins they are dead, correct seema and their life makes the others life Unforgettable! The fragrance gifted to the momemts stays fresh in the memory till last.
Beautiful life sprung from the dead. This is a wonderful poem, Seema.
nice concept for a poem...presented beautifully, Seema...thanks...10
IT IS TRUE THAT WE EXPRESS OUR INNER FEELINGS WITH PERISHABLE FLOWERS, THOUGH WE HUMANS SURVIVE FOR LONGER HOURS! LET THE BOUQUET OF FEELINGS REMAIN IN OUR HEARTS AND MIND, - GIVING THEM A TOUCH OF THE DIVINE! -Raj Nandy
Flowery words depicting truth of life and its irony.......
excellent poem, very well written, thank you for sharing...............10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting........... still fragrance spread...........