Monday, November 21, 2011

The ‘flower song’



Am I not beautiful?

Proclaims the ‘She’..

In drowsy eyes of her vanity sleep, she chirps a song unknown,

Of bits of love and lovers some-

The sun, the leaves and the yet unborn..

Of chlorophyll nights and Osmosis filled days

She shrugs from modesty to desire

“Be kind will you, and serve me my needs of butterflies”

A game of pollination thus begun,

As lovers unabashed watered her desires,

In sprinkles of sun and rain,

And thus in her priceless-ness she ruled

From love, to slavery-

She turned from tending schools of mankind

That Gobbled the likes of her..

From horror draughts to ‘forget me nots’

She played the game to perfection

Until the gardener of Eden decided..


‘Women and poppies..thou art complex creatures’..


© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury



( Image courtesy Google)

10 comments:

Marbles in My Pocket said...

I like this one. Very nicley done!

disjointedrhymings said...

Beautiful poem and very true!

Tigerbrite said...

Nice story well written.

Raj said...

Beautifully written. Lovely use of words. Love the way you bring out the complexity of a simple thought!

The Unknowngnome said...

Beautifully complex and with rhythm, rhyme and insightful drowsy eyes.

A delightful poem to start my day.

magiceye said...

indeed!

beautifully crafted!

Morning said...

authentic emotions.
profound words.

The Orange Tree said...

handsome story in poetic senses.

Cheers.

:)

cursemymetalbody said...

Wow - this is great! Beautiful imagery with such depth, just amazing! I loved the lines "From horror draughts to ‘forget me nots’, She played the game to perfection" - just lovely!

Enigmatic Soul said...

Interesting and well written. Keep it up!