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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


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  1. Saru SinghalMarch 21, 2012 at 9:19 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:34 PM

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

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  2. AMarch 21, 2012 at 9:28 AM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:35 PM

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

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  3. DimpleMarch 21, 2012 at 10:27 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:36 PM

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

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  4. PurbaMarch 21, 2012 at 11:21 AM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:38 PM

      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. DeeMarch 21, 2012 at 1:20 PM

    -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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:39 PM

      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. ♥●• İzdihër •●♥March 21, 2012 at 2:15 PM

    IT IS SAD :(.

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  7. S.March 21, 2012 at 2:38 PM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:41 PM

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

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  8. JeevanMarch 21, 2012 at 3:19 PM

    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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  9. BikramMarch 21, 2012 at 5:01 PM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:42 PM

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

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  10. JennyMarch 21, 2012 at 5:45 PM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:43 PM

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

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  11. Jen..The Butterfly EffectMarch 21, 2012 at 5:59 PM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:44 PM

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

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  12. Jen..The Butterfly EffectMarch 21, 2012 at 5:59 PM

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

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  13. sarahMarch 21, 2012 at 7:33 PM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:47 PM

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

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  14. SamMarch 21, 2012 at 8:16 PM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:49 PM

      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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  15. Kavita SahariaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:08 PM

    Beautiful ,it touched my heart.

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  16. Rahul BhatiaMarch 21, 2012 at 9:50 PM

    Thanks a ton, Kavita for your kind words:)

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  17. MadhulikaMarch 21, 2012 at 11:06 PM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 22, 2012 at 8:50 AM

      Thanks a lot , Madhulika for the nice comment:)

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  18. RachnaMarch 22, 2012 at 6:54 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 22, 2012 at 8:51 AM

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

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  19. SandhyaMarch 22, 2012 at 8:02 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 22, 2012 at 8:52 AM

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

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  20. Selvaggia CapizziMarch 22, 2012 at 11:39 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 22, 2012 at 4:36 PM

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

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  21. LadyFiMarch 22, 2012 at 4:34 PM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 22, 2012 at 4:37 PM

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

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  22. kalaMarch 22, 2012 at 6:10 PM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 22, 2012 at 9:03 PM

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

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  23. magiceyeMarch 22, 2012 at 7:29 PM

    truly sensitive

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  24. ashokMarch 22, 2012 at 10:48 PM

    sweet and touching...

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  25. Megha SarinMarch 22, 2012 at 11:46 PM

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

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

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  26. VinatiMarch 22, 2012 at 11:51 PM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 23, 2012 at 8:53 AM

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

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  27. BGTMarch 23, 2012 at 9:39 AM

    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. Meera SundararajanMarch 23, 2012 at 9:47 AM

      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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 23, 2012 at 7:07 PM

      @ Binu- Thanks ! Let us hope so!

      @ Meera-Thanks , Meera! Well said!

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  28. EdenMarch 23, 2012 at 5:16 PM

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

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  29. UnknownMarch 23, 2012 at 9:40 PM

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

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  30. Rachna ChhabriaMarch 23, 2012 at 11:16 PM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 24, 2012 at 12:13 PM

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

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  31. P.N. SubramanianMarch 24, 2012 at 9:24 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 24, 2012 at 12:15 PM

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

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  32. padmajaMarch 24, 2012 at 9:55 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 24, 2012 at 12:16 PM

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

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  33. CяystalMarch 24, 2012 at 11:41 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 24, 2012 at 12:17 PM

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

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  34. umashankarMarch 24, 2012 at 8:20 PM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 24, 2012 at 10:02 PM

      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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  35. Sri ValliMarch 24, 2012 at 10:26 PM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 25, 2012 at 10:54 AM

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

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  36. ShreyaMarch 24, 2012 at 11:31 PM

    Lovely composition :)

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  37. TaniaMarch 25, 2012 at 1:03 AM

    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. Rahul BhatiaMarch 25, 2012 at 10:56 AM

      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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  38. Rahul BhatiaMarch 25, 2012 at 10:53 AM

    Thanks Ashwini, for agreeing with my view:)

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  39. PAPSMarch 25, 2012 at 12:46 PM

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

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  40. Jyoti MishraMarch 25, 2012 at 1:09 PM

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

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    1. Rahul BhatiaMarch 25, 2012 at 9:08 PM

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

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  41. Rama AnanthMarch 25, 2012 at 3:20 PM

    A really thought provoking poem.

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  42. smiling soulApril 3, 2012 at 4:37 PM

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

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  43. Rahul BhatiaApril 3, 2012 at 9:55 PM

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

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