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.
Lovely!! :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful little poem! I love the bougainvillea... it is one of the simplest yet prettiest of flowers.
ReplyDeletewell that's how simple a life is.. and see what we make out of it,
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aJ
v judge by what v see and our perception of things:) simple but meaningful...
ReplyDeletesarah
lovely..!
ReplyDelete@Sam: Thank you:)
ReplyDelete@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 ...
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@Shashank Jain: Thank you.
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