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The Petals That Are Unseen

A jasmine flower I planted, 
And beside it, a rose plant I grew
And I waited for both to blossom - 
Watching out for the first bloom. 

The jasmine's new leaves began to peek; 
But the rose stem remained, empty and dry - 
Oh, all that I did to get it to rise too - 
But nothing that worked - it was ever shy.

The jasmine plant grew taller, 
But the rose stem remained; with no new heed - 
I strived to get it to grow, spent all my time 
But it didn't; despite flashes of sunlight and water tides.  

The jasmine plant started budding, 
But the rose stem remained; how much more time? 
I dedicated my time to the introverted rose 
I just couldn't put that plant aside.

The jasmine flowers blossomed, with a beautiful scent 
But the rose stem remained, despite my attempts;
As I muttered about the stubborn plant, still I strived 
To get the stem to grow - wanting so badly for it to thrive.

Many days passed, and the rose stem never grew more 
But amidst the days, about the jasmin flower I had forgotten - 
And that beautiful flower, though I had gotten - 
Was gone forever, wilted and saddened.

When the jasmine had bloomed, I only longed for the rose
Gawking at not what was here - but what could've been there 
And forgetting the blessings I already had -
Focusing on what didn't grow; but not what bloomed.

Comments

  1. Shriyandhaa you have aptly pointed out the crazy mind of the people through your poem. What an example and words you have used . Excellent thoughts with a be valuable massage. Superb poem .
    From
    Pushpa patti

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  2. I completely relate with these beautiful piece.. I was chasing the wrong thing while the right was right there. I was admiring the wrong thing, while I had something that I had actually inspired, but never cared about. This is caring for the wrong thing.

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  3. Jayanthi SundararajanFebruary 16, 2026 at 8:56 PM

    So deep and thoughtful from one so young . Blessings always for the beautiful mind 🌹🥰

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  4. LONGING AND BELONGING are two categories of life. Both are achieble by us once we know about their relativity in exposing them to you.
    The universe has provided you with ample sources to explore the righteous one and achieve your target

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  5. Hats off to you girl..what a thoughtful and meaningful poem at this yong age. 👍.
    Best wishes to you from Pushkala paati

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