Dear flower,
You werent wrong when you decided to grow on this concrete,
Your destiny wasnt wrong when it wrote your home to be here.
Your existence may tell to many wanderers in this city
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Terrific, Soul...I am reminded that we all have a time, a place, and perhaps a purpose. Those elements may seem strange or difficult for some, but sometimes the stark contrasts remind of the real beauty to the reality. A great verse, Soul!
Dear Soul How we all need to stop and appreciate each flower and the life that we have. The simplicities of life never let us down. Beautiful words.
We forget to be grateful- - - - - yes, we do. It is amazing how often we forget how fortunate we are- there are people as valuable as us who live on the city's concrete street having fallen through the cracks of life. I may be that the souls of these people may be as beautiful as that golden flower in that picture. Well done. Top marks
Your poem reminded me the first hand experience I had watching it grow where I could barely imagine. A thoughtful poem after a long gap. Loved it my dear unwritten Soul.100****
Wow so well thought, Last year while I was waiting with my wife at one clinic for our turn, I was looking at one of the busiest street down from the second floor, the building was opposite to the Income Tax building and I saw a tiny banyan tree with two branches of 1 and two feet growing between the concrete balcony. I was wondering from where it takes water though getting enough sunlight and how the roots must be feeling. cont..
I get it. Nice ode to a solitary flower. Nature abhors a vacuum.This is why out there in outer space there is a person like writing a poem about a flower. Quantum entanglement.
Beautifully well written poem, I'm sometimes am amazed how stubborn life is and how it will flourish where it shouldn't. So cheers to the stubborn flower you have captured we need more of them.
Hi Soul. Yes almost as always, Your poem brings positivity and creates a soothing layer of freshness around... around the living ones on concrete but for those who can read.
Warm words comfy winter-y smile, shukriya