I hold the withered petals
of my illusions
in my hand.
Then I throw them on the ground
...
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Relevant irrelevance, an idea so beautifully introduced and developed and couched in the heart chosen imagery. A great dialogue with the self, And soon the murmuring heart replies, Fragrant memory in twirled petals survives. cp
Hi Jasbir, Really nice poem, again written with yr heartfelt feelings but pls remember that no matter what....love yourself.dont allow cynicism and disgust to enter you....if you did something with a true heart..thats what matters.let cynicism and disgust enter the others mind who were not true to themselves and to you.... Take care...Renu
I can see that I will be reading late into night with your fine poetry You have injected beauty even into bitterness although a sort of ugliness is being implied Thank you