Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I Live, I End

I live
Time flies
Colour fades
As I sit quiet on this fence
And look at the ones who come and go
A wanderer among them today gives me a stare
While he asks me “O’ lady bright and beautiful
Why does the world call you the ‘bougainvillea’?”
All I tell him”Even I do wonder why, why so
What is in my name, what is in my pink?”
As I sit quiet on this fence
Colour fades
Time flies
I end.


Sameera said...

Lovely!! :)

Deboshree said...

Such a beautiful little poem! I love the bougainvillea... it is one of the simplest yet prettiest of flowers.

aakash said...

well that's how simple a life is.. and see what we make out of it,
sweet post


subtlescribbler said...

v judge by what v see and our perception of things:) simple but meaningful...


Raghu said...


Raksha Bhat said...

@Sam: Thank you:)

@Debo: Correction...they aren't flowers:)

@aakash: You are right..thank you for reading:)

@Sarah: The eye sees what the mind wishes to see:)

@Raghu: Thanks man!


nyc ...

Raksha Bhat said...

@Shashank Jain: Thank you.