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The Night Flowers

 


I gazed upon the lonely night,

From my greasy window glass.

But shining in the bright moonlight,

Is a group of Jasmine flowers.

Blooming under the bright stars,

I can see them from afar.


In a pot of happiness,

Growing away in the night.

When all are sleep, when dreams confess,

The blooming is a very rare sight.

Forming into pearly mouths,

Growing away without a pout.


They dance in the stormy wind,

No normal rules apply.

They scowl at owls, they screech at bats,

That ought to fly right by. 

In the morning, they're quite reserved,

Innocent, and quite curved.


They detach themselves from their home,

When you come to pluck them away.

They solemnly sigh, and wilt and cry,

But there is something which will make them gay,

Share your love with the beauty,

And then they will always stay really happy.










Comments

  1. Superb Shriyandhaa. Good observation with a message to the society. Great thinking and writing. Keep it up.
    From Pushpa patti

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  2. Beautiful and lovely poem. Super Shryandha. Keep rocking. Radha.

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  3. Super Shriyandhaa God bless you with more heights in future 👏👏👏

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  4. Fantastic imagination. Well brought out

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  5. From Pushkala..Shriyandha, God bless you abundantly. Your flair for writing is improving day by day. Keep up this art . All the best

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  6. Excellent wordings. Keep it up. Shankari

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