I see the flowers and feel about <br />What is it that to pride over, <br />What is it to speak in terms of <br />Ego and flattery <br />As I am not the type of person <br />You are looking for? <br /> <br />Had innocence been there a flower <br />And had I painted it, <br />It would have been my great asset, <br />Which but you too know it not; <br />Had ignorance been my poetry, <br />It would, would have better. <br /> <br />There are many like me <br />But the world knows them not, <br />There are many talented like me <br />But strut and walk on tiptoe they not; <br />I have many a thing to say <br />But they have not. <br /> <br />If I think it that I know it all, <br />How can it be, <br />You say it to me, <br />As I myself know not, <br />There is many a thing to me, <br />Which but I know not, <br />Which but you say it tome? <br /> <br />What it had not been, I call that my own, <br />Where I had not to be and say it <br />That deserve I <br />And if this can be our ethics and sense of morality <br />Then what to say to you? <br /> <br />There are many beautiful <br />Which bloom and fade away in the forest tract <br />But we know not, <br />Come not to feel about their fragrance <br />And wild beauty, <br />Even a child has its simple innocence to teach to <br />Which but you know not, I too know it not. <br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-see-the-flowers/
