With beautiful white daisies
There was a flower vase
Just a week ago it was glowing
On the green carpet grass
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who knows, what hppened who knows what shall happen who knows...what shall remain words...love...ur poems... good write bhaswat
Who knows what happened When nothing was to happen Who knows what happens When everything is to happen! nice lines...no one really knows!
Beautiful poem. Beauty tracks from the form to the formless. CP.
I like the first stanza, seemed to connote a bright, colorful life in canvas in the form of flowers in a vase. Speaking of spirit too, surely they are formless for they are without bodies. The author has great imagination a qualification and a requirement for being a poet. Again in this piece of work the lines are understandable, perfect in description in short nicely penned. Thanks
a wonderful poem, with a wonderful poet...you such a new breed of poet you tell the very fundamental view of life....a wisdom of a child embodied in your own vision of reality and the effect of life.....comes in what every experiences a child encounter.....a very beautiful presentation....thank you for sharing your thought....may God bless you.....a 10++++++ my new found friend
a lovely words about the mystic world of nature. well captured bhaswatji
A fantastic poem...i like the way of Questions that you used it in this poem......Merna
'Who knows what happened When nothing was to happen Who knows what happens When everything is to happen! ' ohhh i wish i can look in to the future and see what's life gona offer me....this is a nice one indeed...and very free flowing poetic verses indeed...nice rhymes, great refreshment...thanks for this one....10+++ Regards shan
Nature's beauty is to play visible and invisible...a game of mysterious hide and seek by providence's command...truthful words...especially last two stanzas...interesting
really beautifull.loves this opening para 'Who knows what happened When nothing was to happen Who knows what happens When everything is to happen! ' posted 10 love surya
when artistry departs the art, then it becomes formless then formless becomes the heart, for the heart sees all.
The biphasic aspect of this poem is a real picturisque. The combination of FORM and FORMLESSNESS in context of beauty is really amazing. The poem drifts around these two very peculiar features of nature....10/10
if eyes are so formed why is the formless heart so near lovely poem Bhaswat, am, glad opened your page and read this gem of a poem. you have so beautifully expressed questions that rise in our mind, fill us with a sense of wonder... 10 Mamta