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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Flower Seller




The little hands offer the rose flowers
  Her twinkling eyes have a strange power
The sweet smile is a love laden shower
  The fragrance of flowers continue to linger
She sells these flowers in the street
   Hoping to earn her a daily sweet treat
A piece of dry bread is all she eats
    Small money she earns or gets a beat
In this nasty world, the rich often preach
    Very little they practice and mostly breach
The nature is abundant and always kind
    Gives in equal measure with a style divine
We love to hoard and rarely share
    The little girl offers flowers still with grace


PS - Image Kind courtesy Google

83 comments:

  1. We need to learn how to share and give those who are actually in need of it. A very wise poem...

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    1. Thanks, Saru :) Wish there were more people who think like you!

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  2. I actually know her. Well, I know many little girls like her -- sad but true.

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    1. Thanks Agnes! We all know someone like her and wish that they could lead a happier life.

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  3. Such a beautiful poem and yes we see so many of them at traffic signals..I try to do my bit but we can do only so much... Wish we help all of them..

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    1. True, Single Girl! I am sure you must be feeling good by helping such needy!

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  4. Yet we prefer to look away, leaving the girl to her fate.

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    1. Sad Purba, but in India we have far too many deprived ones! Your own post today summed it so well in the closing paragraph:)

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  5. -offer the rose flowers-
    - have a strange power-
    Awesome sire...
    Loved that very much :)
    So many people do service without grace...
    Without grace and love what kind of service will be a service :)
    Strong one.

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    1. Thanks a lot, Deepak for those nice words! I only wish those in power stop robbing and depriving the poor!

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  6. I often see little ones selling flowers at the traffic signals..
    It makes me sad..sigh

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    1. Sunakshi, as I sad may be they could lead a happier life and especially a nice childhood!

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  7. Lovely poem! Touched by u r true words… we need to share more than enough, which we don’t do at all.

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  8. way of world sir.. i dont think many people practise what they preach..

    Sad to see such lovely kids working so hard and everyone going past them..

    Bikram's

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    1. A sad reality, Bikram! At least they deserve a better living!

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  9. The innocence of the girl so straightly put forward. The only thing she knows is, to sell the flowers so that she can eat. Harsh reality of life :-(

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    1. Thank you Jenny to empathize with the misery of the young girl!

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  10. Being goods does never depend on one's financial or social status...how true :) You proved it!! :)

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    1. Jen in fact the poor people are more honest than most of the ones better off:(

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  11. Being good does never depend on one's financial or social status...how true :) You proved it!! :)

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  12. I feel this poem sincerity,warmth. There must be good ways adults can do for her. I hope such girls grow up with grace they have now.
    Thank you for visiting to my blog and leaving a nice comment.

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    1. Welcome to my blog, Sarah! I was truly impressed with your writing. A huge thanks for those lovely words:)

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  13. Aww, this poem is so beautiful and sweetly sad, I can just juts picture an image of a frail little girl selling roses while reading it. She had to grow up and be responsible far too soon

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    1. Sam, a big thanks for liking this one! I always hope that the children do not suffer anywhere in the world:)

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  14. Beautiful ,it touched my heart.

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  15. Thanks a ton, Kavita for your kind words:)

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  16. Its so common to find such kids on the streets of India at red lights.... It really painted the same picture in my mind..
    A very nice poem...

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    1. Thanks a lot , Madhulika for the nice comment:)

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  17. Oh, so sad. I especially liked the lines about preaching and not doing anything. And, don't we come across so many such flower sellers or other peddlers on a regular basis.

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    1. Sad indeed , Rachna to see small kids deprived of childhood they deserve!

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  18. As everybody said here, these child flower or toy sellers are common here. If it is a bit nice, I buy them because I hate to give money to beggars. These children at least do something. If we don't encourage them at least a bit, they will turn into beggars.

    You have narrated well about the scene in your poem. Very touchy.

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    1. A big thanks,Sandhya for those words and your act sure is a noble one!

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  19. Another beautifu and intense poem, we use to have kids selling flowrs here, now I don't see them that often and I don't know if I have to be happy or worried for them....

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    1. Thanks a lot Francesca!I hope we see less of these children facing hardships!

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  20. So lovely.. and yet so sad. We need to see kids like this - and help them if we can.

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    1. Thanks LadyFi! Hope they get help from one and all!

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  21. Wonderful poem wish someday we can see these girls going to school....

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    1. Welcome to my blog, Kala:)A big thanks and totally agree with your views!

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  22. Ahh! This is the true indian scene! It really saddens me :(

    Love
    http://www.meghasarin.blogspot.com

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  23. Very very beautiful and poignant poem, Sir. It touched me!

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    1. Thank you Vinati! Sometimes it is heart wrenching to see these young children suffer.

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  24. Very beautiful poem!! But who knows, the little girl will have a beautiful after-life, unlike the rich and famous!!

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    1. You have captured the essence of the poor children very well! I have seen them at traffic junctions selling them but their lives are like the thorns on those flowers.

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    2. @ Binu- Thanks ! Let us hope so!

      @ Meera-Thanks , Meera! Well said!

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  25. A great poem. I was touched. Thank you for sharing.

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  26. your poems are always very touching with a dash of reality in them...love em

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    1. A big thanks , Alka for those nice words:)

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  27. Your poems are wonderful as usual, Rahul. I just love them :)

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    1. Rachna, those kind words of yours are the greatest reward!

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  28. Beautiful composition. This reminds of a teacher from a place Kondagaon. His poem "Flowers for Sale" was picked up by a music company in Boston and I arranged for his 100 dollar remittance.

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    1. Thanks PN for liking! I now know whom to bank on if ever such an occasion arises:)

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  29. This lovely poem reminded me of my painting the girl with the Christmas caps.. even the poorest of the poor can share.. their love around.. life is mostly about sharing..

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    1. Indeed, Padmaja life is about sharing , at least the joys:)

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  30. these little kids touch us in a way that cannot be expressed in words. =) This one reminds me of my own post on a boy who was part of the have not's .
    I loved the image you conjured with such few words. Poetic brilliance :)

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    1. I remember that post of yours, Aayushi! It is always a delight to see your remarks:0

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  31. Rahul ji, its a touching post and such crumpled flowers are a common sight. However, I could not fathom your thoughts when you said The nature is abundant and always kind / Gives in equal measure with a style divine.

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    1. Thanks Umashankar that you liked!. The lines nature is abundant.. goes in conjunction with the next line that despite nature allowing all people an equal share of its abundance like sun, rain, water, etc we humans have a mentality to hoard to the extent that the majority lives in penury! Maybe, in poem all this could not be conveyed:)

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  32. So very true. The rich are always taking, but none of their words are put into action. And yes, nature is indeed abundant and gives everyone a bit of something!

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    1. Thanks Ashwini, for agreeing with my view:)

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  33. Touching and realistic poem...Loved it :)
    It's the age they need to be playing with that rose...but the hunger makes them sell and earn money.....they are so unfortunate that they miss their innocence and childhood

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    1. Every word of what you write is true and a big thanks , Valli:)

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  34. Sad, touching and beautiful! I think we are more happy without so much money..

    Hope you have a blessed weekend:-)

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    1. Tanya, we need money to meet our needs as long as they do not become a greed at someone else's cost:) Thanks a lot! Have a lovely weekend!

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  35. So well said. Very true.
    www.thoughtsofpaps.com

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  36. such kids on the street give us some of the biggest lessons of life :)

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    1. Appreciate your comments always, Jyoti as you write poetry so well:)

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  37. A really thought provoking poem.

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    1. A huge thanks , Rama for that comment!

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  38. hats-off :) lovely feeling, well expressed :) nice to read after long gap! :)

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  39. A huge thanks Sowmya for those beautiful words!Welcome back:)

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