A beautiful flower,
Nested in the Castle rocks,
Radiating the beauty around.
I can’t think near-perfect delicacy.
It looked like the belle of the ball.
How dubious is the nature to install flower in the rocks?
Is it the feed of love that made an alluring flower to bloom?
I spurred into grudges,
That my watering never bloom,
Staring at Castle rocks, staring at the skyscrapers ,
I wonder the space bigoted for the flower to fructify.
The besieged space has left no earth for the blossoms to burgeon.
My repetitive look mercied the flower for thy shall be the reason for your rocky stay.
Geeta.S.Upase.
It’s so true. Sometimes when we water still a plant dies, and sometimes even the rugged terrain supports life💚💚
Thanks for the beautiful insight 💚💚
Beautiful 💚💚💚💚
Thoughtful and so true!
Lovely poem..Mother Nature is truly bountiful. We mere humans can only only try to replicate her glories, but can never match her splendor!!!
Thoughtful poem💚💚 Beautiful! Keeping writing!
Thank you so much @nitika💚💚💚
That’s so true. Thanks for the beautiful read @ramya 💚💚
Thanks for stopping by and leaving your inspiring comment @poojamandla 💚💚
Lovely🙂
Beautiful!
So true
In Marathi we say कमळ चिखलात उगवते
In life you see so many humans fading away inspire of living in a conducive environment
On the other hand creative talents emerge out of nowhere
Lovely
Thank you @pallavi13💚💚💚
Thank you @sai-surve-rane 💚💚💚
Thank you @pradnyamunni, that’s a beautiful insight with varied prospects. 💚💚💚
Thank you @kirtiv 💚💚💚
‘Thy will be done’!
Isn’t it, my dear gardener?