Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Paper Flower

I am just looked at
I am overlooked
Never have I felt the touch
I am the paper flower.

Mutely I decorate;
And dusted I am, for there is no near death
watered I am knowing I can't drink
Death I do not realize till it is at brink.

My heart in agony aches
Every time a flower dies
And reminds me I never lived
For I am of paper and dyes.

The dew does not settle on me
Around me,the insects never hover
The girls never wear
For I am a paper flower.

They are smelt, They are touched
They decorate life and also death
But,I am a mute ornate
Till I am outfashioned.

3 comments:

Prometheous said...

Nice imagination, but Babu, a slighsha melancholic..

I am fresh as the morning,
Never withering with time.
Living through a lifeless life,
Dead for an undone crime.

Still I radiate beauty,
I depict a sign of joy.
I have done my duty,
Even If I evoke a single smile

Some respite for the papee flowers :)

shalini.battineni said...

very realistic and also i felt the touch of essence of life as it is like a paper flower after all....

My heart in agony aches
Every time a flower dies
And reminds me I never lived
For I am of paper and dyes.

this stanza is really nice.... very nice one......

Sidharth Poduval said...

wow good creative work :)