Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


Where Will You Find Nature's beauty In My Poetry?


Had my poems been balsams, it would have been wonderful,
Had they been balsams,
Had they been poppies,
Calendulas.

Had my poems been musk roses, dahlias or chrysanthemums,
Helianthuses, marigolds or lilies!
O, had I been a sculptor, a gardener, a carpenter,
I would have my sculptures, flowers in wooden craftsmanship
And flowers displayed!

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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  • Mohabeer Beeharry (9/1/2013 1:34:00 PM)

    Your poem smells of the flowers you love.
    And I love it too.
    There is a strong appeal there.

    Mohabeer Beeharry

    Read my poems sometime and comment. Thank you (Report) Reply

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