Rama Balasubramanian Poet Rhyme

Plucked Flower Is Living Dead

" Flower plucked from plant is like a new born baby dumped on road"


Bright, tender flower, my beauty all devour
Humans stop and look at me, faces full of glee

Joyous whole day, in breeze I sway
Many sisters and brothers, love chatting with others

Family loves me, am well fed must agree
When insects sit on me, I am filled with glee

As they commute, I will become a fruit
Such thoughts in mind lay, thinking of future I stay

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One day plucked away, dropped on pathway
From my family faraway, alone I lay

Blow me wind I say, drop me where I stay
But much to my dismay, I am tossed away, 

All stamp upon me, humans are beastly
To God I pray, for my early death, decay

Harshly am taken away, along with garbage I lay
Burnt alive,I am slain, I scream in pain

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Many of us die this way, mercilessly humans slay
When plucked, alive we lay, waiting for death to take us away

LIVING DEAD, MANY TEARS SHED, EVERY MOMENT DREAD, SUCH A DEATHBED!
Wish humans understood our pain, and stopped being so inhumane

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28 Jan 2021
Topic chosen - If I were a flower 
All internal rhymes checked at Rhyme zone. End rhymes not intended.
Note: Brother and sisters indicate other flowers on the plant.
           In India garbage is collected by municipality and burned

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Richard Lamoureux January 31, 2021 at 8:43 AM An interesting perspective. We say we love flowers and then we do harm to them. Mind you a florist does require income to care for their family. In the end it is neither good or bad, it merely is. I enjoyed giving thought to this dilemma. Blessing Rick. Rama Balasubramanian January 31, 2021 at 10:09 AM I agree, but still for me it is akin to killing a life. Most painful part is when people pluck just like that and throw on ground. Dilemma are a part and parcel of life. Everywhere they come, in s way there is nothing right, nothing wrong.All jn mind. Enjoy your day friend. Take care Rama

Vijay Pandit January 29, 2021 at 5:55 AM Wonderful personification Rama...I hear the joy as well as cry of flower in your verses. Evocative write. Rama Balasubramanian January 29, 2021 at 6:22 AM Thanks Vijay. Such comments by a great poet like you makes my day. God bless! Take care Rama

Alexis Y. January 28, 2021 at 9:26 PM Hi Rama, This is a good personification write for the contest. You gave voice to flower in a sincere and pleading tone. Best wishes in the contest-Alexis Rama Balasubramanian January 29, 2021 at 4:04 AM Thanks Alexis. A topic close to my heart. Love and hugs. Take care, Rama