Saturday, January 14, 2012

107.The flower

Flower, what makes you dance?

The branch that carries you
Has no love for you,
The wind that caresses you
Is just conspiring...

The hope you nurse is false,
The bond you feel is illusion,
An object of play you are
A source of some quick fun.

Shed quietly by the branch,
You are destined to fall
And bite the dust soon,
Ignored, forgotten,trampled...

New flowers will bloom
Bringing new play, new fun,
The spring will remain unhurt,
No one will miss you.


Bikramjit said...

spring is in the air.. new life new beginnings :)


sm said...

beautiful poem

kavita said...

Beautiful ! Now I want to read Makhanlal Chaturvedi's 'Ek Phul Ki Abhilasha'.
Hope you had a Great Sankranti .Regards.

R. Ramesh said...

yes sir..beautiful poem