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His grief

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.

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In response to the question: Where have all the flowers gone?




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  1. Wow Uma, so poignant and it really painted a picture in my head :). Keep writing!

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    1. Thanks a lot, Aparna...loved your comment.:-))))

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  2. "Inside a shrine
    they were revered
    Anywhere else, threatened"

    Sad state of women!

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    1. yes, Mridubala..definitely sad!

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  3. lovely,Uma...well said

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  4. very nice with a deep meaning...really liked this :)

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    1. Thanks a lot, Ankita for reading and appreciating! :-)

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  5. WOW, this was sad but WOW. You really blew me away with this one. Man has created some awful things...abortion among the worst. Brilliant! ♥

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    1. Kathy, I'm so glad to see this comment from you! Yes, a cruel reality indeed :-(

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  6. Love this, I can believe it to be true.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation!

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  7. Such beautiful words of poetry, Uma. I'm in awe :) Simply loved the second stanza!

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    1. Humbled, Aathira, thanks! I love the way you write :-)

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  8. So starkly written, and so sad...

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  9. I liked the simple tone of it and yet the larger meaning.

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  10. Barren on so many levels...lots of meaning in this short piece!

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    1. Thank you for the appreciation, Jennifer!

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  11. Lovely to think there is a space where those flowers are revered. Well written, very nice!

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  12. Best of yours, I would say. Such a profound insight!

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