Blooming

Those are withered sprays that were my flowers.

So barren were my fields
That when weeds grew,
I rejoiced,
Thinking that
they would flower.

Author's Note

From my unpublished collection of poetry- Hyacinths
Picture Courtesy- Wolfgang Hasselmann https://unsplash.com/photos/kWx54CMXFyU?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditShareLink

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Sad but beautiful. Your words flow like water. Your images are like post cards in words. Perhaps they will flower. Many flowers were once treated as common weeds. I look forward to seeing your garden on that day. 😃

[Lathen Griffiths]

Lovely, short and sweet and with a meaning, an enjoyable read Swarnim.

Best wishes

Lathen

[Swarnim Chettri]

Thank you, Lathen. I am happy you enjoyed :)