A flower blooms
bringing in its wake beauty & fragrance
for others to behold
To the soil she humbly owes her existence
bestowed by divine intervention
To the soil her spirit would return
and her soul in the oblivion
not in abject surrender
but with immortal grace
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Amazing
tender tribute dear raj!!
Very appealing indeed and
metaphor used is in its best.
Thanks for sharing this little gem.
Dear Rula
You would be surprised to know what inspired this. Any guesses?
Regards,
could be Wesley's request the other
Day to write one of my ' old Rula' positive dities?
Am I right?
Rula
That;s smart. You were pretty close is your guess which is incredible. This was in fact inspired by your humility in owing the credit of your continual progress as a poet over the years to your Mentor and others who aided in the process. :) I look forward to reading more and more of your posts in the long term.
Thanks for your appreciative comment even before knowing the source of my inspiration for this little write.
Regards and best wishes,
too generous
Of you to say so.
I'm really blushing! ^_^
or could be
Someone's poem here.
I can't really guess.
I give up :)
we were awaiting for your Grace
we were awaiting for your Grace
back to India
your foot prints do trace
and
its a great boon
some flowers sown in Canada
will bloom soon
ere we err not to water them
when no one is near
but the planted ones are so very dear
Rise to the occasion I must
add and flowers would bloom
of that I am glad
you will soon become
a flowery bed
and
a grand one
at that
raj Bombay/Mumbai
must now be ever so glad
Hi Lovedly
Thank you for the read and your poetic comment. I must tell you though that to experience the beauty of Fall season in Canada I have extended my stay by another month. It is indeed pretty beautiful to see the progressive changes in the foliage, especially Maple.
Regards,
Dear Raj
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Alid
Alid
Thank you for the read and your comment. Good to know you liked it.
Regards,