A smashed flower on the sidewalk

A smashed flower on the sidewalk-

Overused,discarded and dirty.

Crushed under the elephantine and branded shoes,

Smelling like a mean-spirited egg,cracked carelessly on the floor.

Which hand may have dropped,by mistake.

Intentional or unintentional,

Whatever be the case.

It has lost it’s enchanting airs.

An incense which made a smell every now and then

A thing which multiplied and created many such kinds

Is now merged with dust and dirt

Which we all despise.

Reviews

[Bushra Naqshbandi]

Turning ordinary day to day happenings to extraordinary poems with bold and picturesque imagery is your speciality. You're absolutely marvellous! Keep growing! :)

A smashed flower on the sidewalk-
Overused,discarded and dirty.
You always come to the point quickly and I love that ''matter-of-fact'' way of yours. ''Overused'', discarded'' and ''dirty'' are really strong and impressive words. A most commendable choice. :)

Crushed under the elephantine and branded shoes,
''Elephantine'' is such a nice word to set up a contrast between the fragile flower and the shoes of careless people. ''Branded'' impresses the situation upon one's mind even better.

Smelling like a mean-spirited egg,cracked carelessly on the floor.
The weakness of the 'once beautiful and healthy' flower is so evident in this verse.

An incense which made a smell every now and then
A thing which multiplied and created many such kinds
The beauty of the flower in the past is very well expressed in these verses. We should never ever disrespect or underestimate the importance of something. :)

Is now merged with dust and dirt
Which we all despise.
So very true! :)

As much as I've read your poems, you tend to take small things and bring them to the notice of others in order to show their importance. Though the poem can be read in other contexts e.g with the flower being a person who is heartbroken after having been treated like trash and indeed is in such a state that one does see him/her as no more than trash or the universal notion that humans will return to dust in the end with the verse ''.....merged with dirt and dust'' suggesting burial, but I'd prefer to read it in the obvious context. Considered the way it appears outwardly, I love the way you've depicted how someone dishonoured a beautiful ''little'' thing like a flower - little but tremendously beautiful and with huge potential. Your observance of the triflest things is remarkable and the poem is truly amazing. I love it. Absolutely. :)

[fattycbreezy52]

And your reviews....! I don't know how to thank you enough. .You always try to comprehend each and every word/line rather than reading it as a whole.That is what shows a devotion on the part of a reader who is ready to utilise every minute of her life trying to make out each and every word .You do a great justice to my poems, Bushra. ..Thanks a lot:)

[Bushra Naqshbandi]

Thank you for such heart warming praise. I honestly love reading your poems. Keep growing! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad poem for the flower. I feel the reflection of life in your words.
"Which hand may have dropped,by mistake.
Intentional or unintentional,
Whatever be the case.
It has lost it’s enchanting airs."
It is sad when beautiful things are abused and destroyed. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[fattycbreezy52]

a good way of reading that.....Thanks again:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry. We want poetry that make the reader think. This poem did and you are welcome.

[Misery]

Nicely done, dear Fatty.
Some of us are like this flower and our lives all end the very same, in the dust and dirt.
Thank you for sharing this stirring imagery.

[fattycbreezy52]

thanks a lot :)

[Misery]

You are welcome, dear poet.