Last night
While ‘buying’ flowers
Red in color
Their buds opening
In a bucket of water
Without soil
A tablet in the water
Is all the flowers need
And for the colors
Add some chemical
To the soil
To get colors
As red as can be
Or blue or green
For the bouquet
In the corner of the room
Or to the one you love
The essence is though
To please the eyes
And charm the emotions
Without fragrance
Your poem fascinates me to buy flowers tonight. Well penned. Thanks! best regards, joan d.h.
A nice work is done in a lucid manner. I liked both the form and the content of this poem. The last lines are turning and beautiful. My 10 with it.
Clearly this poem can mean different things to different people, and I appreciate that.
our artificial way of pleasing one's emotions...colorful outwardly...innerly void of fragrance...good write, Sadiq 10
This is such a wonderful and truly passionate display of your artistic inclination and passion for poetry. Thanks and more power, melvin
how uncanny, i was thinking of writing on the same lines. you have expressed it so well. interfering with nature, man has taken away the very essence of flowers.10++. GOES TO MY FAV. LIST
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem smells good