Stump Attracting Me First and More Than Flowers

Flowers, grass, bushes, trees, attracted me in garden
In centre, a tree stump seemed to have complain 
Stump was sobbing, none was caring
Moved by tears, I moved closer to stump
Stump bit in solace, narrated nostalgia bit by bit

“ Was once gardens fame tree, grew lovers favorite flowers,
Lovers plucked flowers, friends wish came true for sure
On Valentine day, seeking wish fulfilling flower 
Lovers thronged, broke stem as they hysterically lunged, 
Lovers got flowers, their love life flowered
A child could not get flower, wept on failure
Queried, you are a child, flowers are for lovers 
Child wept louder said he too was a lover
Flower he wanted to present it to his Mother
Tears kept trickling , as if stump it was watering
Since then, every day child devotedly kept watering
Waiting for flower, be first one to pluck fresh flower
And present it to his dear Mother "

Deeply moved by childs love for stump, 
I felt ashamed for mad urge of plucking  flower
Flowers, thereafter, never plucked, left on tree to adore 
Not wanting to be sinned for depriving any child's present for mother
Now all stumps attracting me first and more than flowers      


( Entry for Members Contest - I fell in love with a Tree stump by Matt Caliri )
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Dietrich Avatar
October 27, 2010 at 9:03 PM
Hitendra, this shows great imagination here! You took the contest challenge and interpreted it in a a very unique way. I think Matt is going to enjoy this one. Best of luck in the contest. Luv, Andrea
Mehta Avatar
October 18, 2010 at 10:54 PM
@Carolyn-thnx for nice comments and good wishes for comments.... Luv/Best wishes always .... Hitendra Mehta
Devonshire Avatar
October 18, 2010 at 11:43 AM
I really like the way you employed personification to give the tree stump a voice. This is quite a lovely write, Hitendra. Best wishes in the contest. Love, Carolyn
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