I once loved a flower so much, its beauty captivated me every time I saw it. But I couldn't bring myself to pick it, knowing that if I did, its life would fade quickly in my hand. So I chose to leave it where it bloomed, in the sunlight and soil that gave it life, allowing it to grow more than it ever could if I had taken it with me.
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My comments on the poem “The flower I left to bloom”
When left alone, the flower blooms and lives on for the time allotted to it by nature. It’s ironical that we love the flower so much that we kill it off by plucking it away. Just as we keep animals in cages or on chains, though we say we love them.
Cutting off the flower certainly shortens its life. Left alone, it will weather the winds, the storms, the drought, etc., for as long as it can.
“But pleasures are like poppies spread ---
You seize the flower, the bloom is shed;
Or like snow falls in the river ---
A moment white, then melts forever.”
--Robert Burns (1749-1796)
Soman Ragavan. 1 December, 2024.
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You were wise to leave your flower to flourish, that way the beauty was there for others. Your words reminded me of my grandmother. She taught me that lesson. I never pick the flowers in my garden. Lovely little poem.
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