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Friday, November 05, 2010

Plucked flower..

The poem does not contain the object as i described.The object of fancy is a human> A girl that is described as the self plucked flower. They chance upon each other in a beautiful winter morning to be united forever by the grace of nature.

In the morning breeze he stepped out,
Hugging himself as winter parky winds surrounded.
Staring wide-eyed at the beautiful white flower,
Longing to reach it inside the heart's musing.
Every step is hard to put forth,
As chill of the season numbs the soul.
Close to the flower
He reaches standing beneath.
Munificent the self plucked flower, 
Falls in his hand to his disbelief.
Impeccable the serene self plucked flower seems,
Absorbing his numbed soul in its warmth it heals.
Unusual connection he chances upon,
He and the Plucked flower were forever bound.

9 comments:

Soumyaranjan Dash said...

Nice poem. Not many of them think much of Plucked flowers... Anyway, Happy Deepawali!!

Alcina said...

I know..Well try to get the meaning of it i am sure you'll know what i mean..

Out of sheer randomness chose this kind of fancy..

Thanks :)

Happy deepawali..
aar tumi ki bangali?

P-Kay said...

I agree with SD. Nice poem :)

Alcina said...

Thanx P-Kay.. You always have the good specs on.. :)

simran said...

Wow...very interesting:)
Good Job:)

Alcina said...

Thank you ..
Now tell me what did you basically find interesting in it to be precise? :)

DRSHN said...

nice poem :}

Alcina said...

Thank you DRSHN ^_^

simran said...

The way you have described the similarity and comparision of a girl and a plucked flower. That's I found interesting here.