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:
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 :)
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......
wow good creative work :)
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