I wish I were a fresh rose,
Which proudly blossomed yesterday
Swarmed by thirsty bees
Loved by all
What is it to live a hundred years?
Ignored and uncared for
Than to a live a few hours
And wither away
Admired and loved by all
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What a beautiful way to express such a painful sentiment.
Yes, it is a sad one indeed. Thanks a lot for taking the time to comment on the post:)
I hope you’re feeling a bit better now than when you wrote the poem.
Yes, thanks a lot for your concern:) It is just a matter of mood, I guess..
yes…yes….better to have a small something than a lot of nothing
Hi, Glad you stopped by again. Thanks a lot for your comment:)
So well-done…beautiful!!
Thank you, Robyn:)
the yearn of affection displayed in subtle manner.. very nice.. Thanks for visiting my blog ..
Hi Soumya, Thanks a lot for visiting and expressing your thoughts:)
Beautiful! There is wisdom in your writing, I am enjoying the exploration! ~ Julie 🙂
Thank you so much, Julie
Exquisite poem. Jalal Michael
Thanks a lot for this:)
Lovely
Thank you, Boomiebol:)
Very profound message in this.
Glad you enjoyed it:) Thanks a lot, Ann:)
Fabulous image, color, photography!
Though this is primarily a poetry blog, thank you so very much for appreciating the photo. I appreciate colours and flowers too:)