The flower

She planted a flower in her garden,
knowing that it will never going to plant.....
soil would not sense its presence,
birds would not care about it either.....

she watered it everyday,
        to keep it alive.........
although she saw it was drying little by little...


One rainy morning,
      she saw that some of its petals were missing....
she wept in the rain.........
searched for the missing petals, on the wet soil....

she recollected the remaining petals...
dried them..
pressed the petals in an old book...
after ages ,she opened it,
made a beautiful card of it....

Though its dead and gone...
though some of its petals are missing.....
to her,,
still it's the finest craft she had ever made.....

she can cherish it....
forever and always.....
Nothing is ever forgotten.......

Reviews

[prabhani]

After 2 yrs when i re read my own poem written by me, that feeling of passion for the poetry and superimposed feeling of: I HV CHOSEN THE WRONG PATH ".how miserable my life right now.....i m now in a point where turning back is impossible........

[Sami Khalil]

A very good poem coming out of Sri Lanka...Bravo..............

[prabhani]

thank u very much sami for your inspirational review.....

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure. ANY TIME...:)......