God visited the garden;
His own creation
It lay barren
Some had wilted
While in the womb
Others were butchered
Before even they bloomed
Inside a shrine
they were revered
Anywhere else, threatened
He had created the man, Alas!
Now, He cried.
Now, He cried.
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In response to the question: Where have all the flowers gone?
In response to the question: Where have all the flowers gone?
Wow Uma, so poignant and it really painted a picture in my head :). Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Aparna...loved your comment.:-))))
Delete"Inside a shrine
ReplyDeletethey were revered
Anywhere else, threatened"
Sad state of women!
yes, Mridubala..definitely sad!
Deletelovely,Uma...well said
ReplyDeletethank you, amma! :-)
Deletevery nice with a deep meaning...really liked this :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Ankita for reading and appreciating! :-)
DeleteWOW, this was sad but WOW. You really blew me away with this one. Man has created some awful things...abortion among the worst. Brilliant! ♥
ReplyDeleteKathy, I'm so glad to see this comment from you! Yes, a cruel reality indeed :-(
DeleteLove this, I can believe it to be true.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful words of poetry, Uma. I'm in awe :) Simply loved the second stanza!
ReplyDeleteHumbled, Aathira, thanks! I love the way you write :-)
DeleteLovely writing...
ReplyDeleteMegha, thank you so much! :-)
DeleteSo starkly written, and so sad...
ReplyDeleteThanks, TMW!
DeleteI liked the simple tone of it and yet the larger meaning.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Habiba!
DeleteBarren on so many levels...lots of meaning in this short piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the appreciation, Jennifer!
DeleteLovely to think there is a space where those flowers are revered. Well written, very nice!
ReplyDeletethanks, Jen!
DeleteBest of yours, I would say. Such a profound insight!
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