November 15, 2008

The Violet

THE VIOLET

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There on another cloudless Sunday morning,
Was strolling on a green hill side.
There beneath rocks I smelt a modest-
Violet, caught red-handed spreading its smell.

It was small then,
As if just bloomed-
But I felt shy then, to pluck it from the rocks,
For I was sent to fetch haystacks from the barn.

So on I went for my work-
Toiled I in the barn, cutting hay and boxing it in containers,
Sweat broke like a dam burst,
But I was still happy.

For at the end of the day, I was to take the violet-
And show it to my mother,
She might have resented, for 'twas not the rose she planned.
But I was sure she would accept it.

As I set off from my work,
I approached the rocks by which I saw the beauty,
Alas! it was plucked,
Not for me anymore!

6 comments:

  1. wrk scene and feelings clearly expressed .....u cud have plucked it before going to the barn...for u wud have shwn it to the mother....

    well written,,.....
    tis is a poem of a different kind though....completely different frm others which r bounded to emotions,frwn and sad endings....to some extent.....good

    hpe to read mre of ur post....

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  2. well guys.. it seems that real stories are expressed better..

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  3. wow.. real nice...
    Felt like reading one of those poems frm school.....

    Good.. good..

    Cheers..!!
    Arjun

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