Shahzia Batool

(Pakistan)

Bonding!


Smelling the flower
on the laden twig of a plant
is your real bonding with Nature, and
not plucking it, for
more than the top of your dinner-table,
more than your mistress' long tresses,
more than your aesthetic taste-buds,
let the buds stay on the boughs,
do not make the Nature barren
for the mere selfish satisfaction
and pleasure!

Submitted: Thursday, July 18, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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  • Poet's Fan (7/23/2013 11:49:00 PM)

    the poetess loves and gets inspired by the bond of nature's myriad agencies. she dislikes nature being brutalised, a nature-lover that she is, she echoes the great Romantics. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (7/21/2013 12:45:00 PM)

    What if floweres plucked peolple to put on their dinner table.
    Then cast them out as yesterday's trash.
    What must the mother plant say to see her children taken away. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (7/21/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    I totally agree with you Shahzia - I wrote and posted a poem entitled Pray do Not Pick the Daffodils which I posted early least year. However, it has disappeared from my list and PH say they have no record of it, although I did receive comments. I intend to post it again, so you may like to read it when I do - same sentiments as your lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (7/20/2013 4:34:00 AM)

    Flowers are alive and they should be treated as living things but to celebrate happy moments we use flowers to express our emotions and same flowers serve us when we mourn death and wreathes are laid on tombs. A nice write that arouses many thoughts in mind. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (7/19/2013 5:27:00 AM)

    I agree with you completely, never pick the flower let it grow with the plant. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (7/18/2013 9:51:00 AM)

    i hv heard plucking of flower is prohibited in spain n treated as social crime. best u said
    let the buds stay on the boughs,
    do not make the Nature barren
    for the mere selfish satisfaction
    and pleasure! (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/18/2013 8:51:00 AM)

    Flowers are to be enjoyed in their natural location. Only question arises when they are grown commercially to be plucked. Nice poem with beautiful expression. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/18/2013 8:37:00 AM)

    Plucking flowers and letting them wither faster is being insensitive to the beaty of creation! Take from Nature only that which we can give back! A noble way of looking at God's creation! (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (7/18/2013 4:36:00 AM)

    how true.....flowers look more beautiful on the branch, rather than plucking it and used for decoration for our own selfish need..a gud thought (Report) Reply

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