The Ailing flower

This poem is about life .When a child is born parents love him and care for the child .When the child grows he gets so busy in his life that he ignores for the people who cared for him.

The Ailing flower

 

The flower has grown.

The smile has shown.

On the face standing with pride,

Happiness on every side.

 

The flower is  so small and delicate.

Far to fragile to survive.

It needs love and care to thrive.

Which is shower upon it.

With care, love and fondle

Its grown.

 

Everyday its cared upon.

Looked after its needs.

Loved by all, it grows.

Facing every whims ,pleasures and sorrows

It grows ,finally now its  an adult.

 

Having  beauty and strength of an adult.

It shines with glow and pride.

Standing it sings it's glory.

People praise it and it smiles,

with inner joy.

 

But what we see at side?

A flower so dry and pale.   

Weak and sick.

The weak flower looks,

                                                             at the young strong flower

In despair and helplessness.

Waiting a glace from it.

                                           But the young flower has

no time except for himself.

The withering flower has no, Complains.

He remembers  his young flower.

The way he raised his flower.

Drown  by old  memories the

withering flower, finally withers.

 

 

Author's Note

plz ignore the typing errors my keyboard has some problems writing for the first time .THANKS FOR READING.WAITING FOR THE REVIEWS.

Reviews

[SAYED THANGAL]

Well ploted, but in my view it is better not to give an explanation, so that to get different interpretations. Well done
sayed

[NIDA Z K]

THANK YOU FOR REVIWING IT.I WILL KEEP YOUR ADVICE IN MIND.

[SAYED THANGAL]

Welcome, don't take it in other sense

[NIDA Z K]

ofcourse not sir. I always like to read everyone point of view which will make my writings better.Thanks alot.

[Emily]

I like it.
It's a nice poem with a lovely meaning.
Well done!

[NIDA Z K]

Thanks Emily for your review and u and liking it.