Flower
The journey it completes,
is a journey it wins.
The many beautiful colors
are those for which it gets a name.
The many qualities it has
are made for just living....
The life of a flower is a journey
as hard as none of others.
The colors are there,
the fruits are there
but all for not of its own.
The colors are taken,
the fruits are eaten...
but what a flower recieves is only the pain of dryness
It is said to be beautiful
when it decorates others.
The journey it completes is about to end
as it is time for another
to color the life of others.
3 comments:
Lovely poem... Why not write more often?
I really loved this part -
"It is said to be beautiful
when it decorates others."
So damn true. It has such a deep meaning... Keep up the good work.
Thank u... I will try to write more often.
Thank u... I will try to write more often.
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