YOUTH

Qurrathul Ain

It is the brilliant springtime of life,

But our springtime is not always radiant.

 

Thus our flowers will bloom,

Embracing our individual wounds and pain,

Our flowers may not be the most fragrant,

Our flowers may not be the most beautiful,

But among all the flowers,

They will be the loveliest.

 

It's okay for weary buds to rest awhile,

I hope that one day,

Your flowers will bloom too.

 

  • Author: Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2024 13:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: When you realise you're getting older, you'll notice things that you've never noticed before.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 4
  • User favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard.
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Comments1

  • Bella Shepard

    This poem is so beautifully phrased dear friend. The metaphor of flowers is priceless. I am of advanced years, and I embrace each lovely word. Thank you for this gem!



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