The Lady with Flowers.

Weary rough hands holding bunches of succulent stems
Soft ,fresh , brightly coloured flowers ,at one end                                                                                She fervently  beckons all passers by.
A screaming contrast to her faded ,crushed limping gown ,
Pallid face with poetry written between deep lines.
And pathos peeping from her ripened eyes
That unfolded tales of desertion and neglect .
The wafting scent of blossoms made me wonder
If her house ever scented of blossoms,
or  if she  even  had a house.

Spending her nights in the shade of old warehouses
And her days under the scorching sun
Dragging her feet for miles stopping at red lights
Offering the most beautiful gift of nature,
To sate the demonic hunger of her belly
That pricked her day and night .
Maybe cursing her fate or thanking her stars ,
For the resilience her feeble body, showed so far.

I lunged forward stretching my hands,
Grabbing the whole lot from her,
Presumably relieving myself of a weighty guilt.
Shoving some crispy papers between her stifled fingers.
Looking down at her filled palm
a stream of gratitude rolled down her cheeks
Probably for mitigating her pain.
I watched her abashed and benumbed.
A gripping consternation crippling me.
Verily ,is this all that one could do
To water the withering hopes
Of a mother abandoned by destiny.

16 thoughts on “The Lady with Flowers.

  1. suzette portes san jose

    FORGOTTEN OR TAKEN FOR GRANTED…OR HAVE NO ONE ELSE BUT BY HERSELF IN ALL HER STRUGGLES, YET THE SPIRIT AND COURAGE TO LIVE, EXIST AND SURVIVE BECAUSE THIS IS HER DESTINY…

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    1. Bilquis Fatima

      Thank you ,Suzette Portes san jose for reading and leaving your valuable comment. It delight a poet to learn that his or her poem has been read to the last line and appreciated.

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  2. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    Yes, Verily a wonderful tale.

    “A screaming contrast to her faded ,crushed limping gown ,
    Pallid face with poetry written between deep lines.
    And pathos peeping from her ripened eyes
    That unfolded tales of desertion and neglect.” As description shows she may be 60+ The poet saves the end to be gone Painful on the part of the Lady with flowers:
    “I watched her abashed and benumbed.
    A gripping consternation crippling me.
    Verily ,is this all that one could do
    To water the withering hopes
    Of a mother abandoned by destiny.”

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    1. Bilquis Fatima

      Thank you so much Jagdish Singh Ramana. You have read this poem so thoroughly and even guessed the age of the lady. What more could a writer want with the reader highlighting all those lines which are so close to the writer’s heart. Loved you quoting the lines in your comment.

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    1. Bilquis Fatima

      Louis Kasatkin Sir, I am grateful to you for reading my poem and appreciating it with your most generous comments. Thank you.

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  3. Pushmaotee Subrun

    The plight of the lady with flowers is very sadly a common situation in poverty sticken areas… yet the struggle for survival goes on, come thunder, lightning or rain! A truthful depiction of suffering!

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  4. Bilquis Fatima

    Thank you Pushmaotee Suburn for reading and relating to the feelings of the writer. Thank you so much.

    Reply

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