Flowers - The Passion of Love
A bunch of Flowers waiting for one hand to
pick it up
Roses are speaking with each other - who is going to be that one hand.....
They are thinking of their place in the future... May be in one's shirt, or in a
skirt wearing lady's head....The day blooms bright... the roses are fresh
still waiting for a human hand to pick it.
On the eve of Christmas, roses find their
place in heaven (i.e.,) In the foot steps of Lord Jesus' picture.. Our God*
Thought of the flower will come to an end once its tip dries.. and life of the
flower flies..
Alas came a peasant for flowers....Roses
found a place in his hands..
The bunch of roses were eager to find their
place
It was in one person's feet and the farmer said "MY LOVE"
Contributing Poetess: Nithya U, M.Phil Public
Administration Student
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