A dandelion
belonging to this world
bounded by no field
known for its freedom
dancing and singing with winds
a dandelion
belonging to this world
swaying its way
to far off places
from farm fields in day
to roads on cities
criticised for being swayed in youth
a dandelion
belonging to this world
blamed for its freedom
nobody cared
it dispelled it’s duty
even when abandoned by all
to do it’s duty connecting offshore with onshore
Carrying on inheritance to all nooks
a dandelion
belonging to this world
some decided to be one
Enjoyed being a dandelion
while some yearned to be one
some born dandelion
some evolved dandelion
A bliss in disguise
or curse to be one
choosing duty to travel
or enjoying to travel
leaving its root to travel
or simply swaying with wind to travel
its not easy to be a dandelion…..
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2021 20:26
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I was swayed away with happiness like a dandelion reading your poem !!
The last paragraph rocked !!
This was a great line "Carrying on inheritance to all nooks" described the dandelion crisply.
Thank you so much dear Vamsi
I am rejoiced that you liked it
Great poem … love this ! Nicely expressed words 🙂🙂
Thank you so much dear Rose
I hope I can be as good as you
I always look awestruck at your poetry which has such a heavenly description
Thankyou spiller 🙂 i like your writings .
Everyone writes differently tho , I guess
That’s true that makes us unique
But I am fascinated by the choice of your words
Good words spilleronsheet, I have always though dandelions were wonderful.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy for stopping by
Much appreciated for your kind words
strange time of the year to read about Dandelions
but then again, the Rose of all weeds
has a habit of overcoming its obstacles...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
I guess it maybe the wrong time
When it’s winter where shall we find it
But then at times some souls like me wish to be a dandelion I guess
Thank you dear poet
Made me smile .. and the colour you brought to my grey November morn was indeed a heart-warming and pleasant surprise ... muchly enjoyed ..
Thank you so much dear reader. Much appreciated
This is fantastic! I don’t know why people dislike dandelions and call them weeds. I love them and think they’re entitled to be called a ‘flower’. They have this extraordinary ability to transform themselves. How amazing is that?!
They surely have
Whatever they may be flowers or weeds
I envy their freedom
But in their freedom, they don’t forget their duty
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