The Winter's FlowerA Poem by Waqas RabbaniThis is a Story based poem about a flower and a human who falls in love with the flower, this poem tries to describe the feelings of sacrificing love in literal terms. from both sides.By the warmth of the fire in the fireplace so cozy in the blankets i lie seeing the snow fall gently and the wild howling outside creaking beams overhead the crackling of the flames the hot chocolate i held that warmed me from within i gazed through the glass something caught my eye between drifts of snow a flower i espied so fragile yet proud alone it stood boldly facing the storm as it thought it could gout out of the covers and went to see the boldest of the flowers staring back at me i asked the lonely flower if it wanted company the flower said angrily it needed no help from me many winters i have faced many winters i have seen i can stand here for as long as i need such a heartless reply it gave i stood speechless with a frown then i told the flower i would shield it from the storm i sat among the drifts of snow ignoring the heated cries that the flower loosed i said i didn't mind despite the numbing cold i gave the flower my warmth all i could give and more but the flower still ignored i shielded it with my life and my vitality ebbed away i fought my doubts i decided to stay and as i closed my eyes my breathing eased i heard it's song to send me to sleep the heart of gold will forever bleed in it's crimson wash i live and breed such hearts are rare my burden to bear to devour them all and make them fall why did you come? why did you care? why did you , your essence? with me share? i tried to answer i tried to say what my heart had felt what my soul had said but i was exhausted spent and frayed i just closed my eyes and Drifted Away.... © 2011 Waqas RabbaniAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2011 Last Updated on October 23, 2011 Tags: Flower, Poetry, Poem, Original Poem, Waqas Rabbani, Love, Sacrifice, love and sacrifice AuthorWaqas Rabbanikarachi, Sindh, PakistanAboutAn Open Book on a Slab of Stone The Wind that Walks between the Leaves And Turns the Pages of my Life As the Sands of time they Slowly Fall I Know me Much and Not at all more..Writing
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