The Flower Poem by Vipin Madathil
The Flower
Rating: ★4.0
I am dead and still; in my journey
Through the human hands,
I smell of welcome and retirement
Of entrance and exit.
I smell of a grand marriage ceremony;
Of the poverty of a street side marigold vendor
Of despair and jubilation
Of wife and prostitute.
I smell of the death of loved ones
And of long live prayers
I am dead and still…
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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Of the journey of a flower
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