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Wednesday, 2 March 2016
My Flower
A flower was offered to me,
It was the spirit of beauty
With its petals of innocence
It whispered in fragrance
To forget it never
As it won’t last forever
When the scented days were spent
I realized what My flower meant
Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ A Flower Was Offered To Me
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If only we could keep on blooming ourselves, but sadly that is not so. A wistfully sad poem Sumana.
ReplyDeleteA tinge of sadness and the inevitability of life...
ReplyDeleteI echo my comment on Old Egg's poem - flowers symbolise so much..the very essence of life and survival..and also the fragility of being...it is often when we lose something that those flowers seem to touch us even more..a beautiful poem..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful – and I could almost smell the fragrance, not only from the picture but your words.
ReplyDeleteAnd so it was a beautiful spirit of beauty ~ May we always remember what it meant ~
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful though tinged with sadness
ReplyDeleteyour prompt proves you have the spirit of beauty still Sumana - some of us lose it with age
ReplyDeleteMy favourite lines
ReplyDelete"It whispered in fragrance
To forget it never"
For such as this the facet of memories is needed
Thanks for a lovely mid week prompt Sumana
much love...
Oh beauty, o sorrow. This poem is such a reminder to "be here now" in the beginnings and ripeness of life when beauty whispers with scent--beautiful imagery--so we need not look back in regret at what we missed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Flowers are short lived. Enjoy and remember every moment of their beauty.
ReplyDeleteGosh this poem is packed with wisdom pure in words!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
So beautiful, Sumana. I can see that gift of beauty and innocence, and hear the mourning of its loss. Sigh. This goes straight to the heart.
ReplyDeleteThere it is… the full circle of life.The voice has both gentleness and clarity! Beautiful...Loved this poem, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteProfound words...we understand the true value of love and beauty once it is gone. ...very nicely penned, Sumanadi... :-)
ReplyDeleteLucky you--to know and understand why we get certain gifts in life--beautiful write Sumana!
ReplyDeleteI love the lesson in this. Beautiful writing Sumana.
ReplyDeleteThe beautiful fragrance of our lives wafts into many places doesn't it? Even when we are no longer in bloom. A fine prompt today.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem - soft petals of innocence..whispered in fragrance touches the senses.
ReplyDeleteAs a symbol, ever stalwart.
ReplyDeleteIt has reminded me of the old HINDI song,
ReplyDeleteAANEWALA PAL JAANE WAL HAI
HO SAKETHO ISME ZINDAGE BITADO
PAL JO YE JAANEWALA HAI
Your poem brings out the transient nature of life. Very beautiful though had a tinge of sadness.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put, Sumana. It is so often we don't realise the worth of what is offered to us at the time it is offered. It is in retrospect that we realise its value...
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