I once grew a flower
A thing of beauty
Unparalleled pure
I put it on a window sill
And saw it wither
Maligned and withered
I hated it so
I let it die
In the cellar low
A thing of pride
brought so low
Many a flower since then
Have I grown
Not one shown
None brought so low!
Can anyone tell me,
Why is it so?
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIf this is one of your composition then, 'Very Well Done' ..
ReplyDeleteExpression of one's own feeling in a poetic sense and most importantly 'drawing parallels' makes this composition an excellent one..
Thank You!
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Oh that's wonderful to know.. Very nice indeed. I read a few other poems too.. very nicely written.. I appreciate your creative outflow of thoughts.. and I reckon you have a strong hold on your mind.. Keep going !!
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