A bunch of fresh flowers, <br />Have the divine power <br />To lift your mood, <br />As only prayer could. <br /> <br />As you lie in silent despair <br />In pain, alone, unable to share, <br />Friends and relatives come <br />And ask you what you have done <br />To yourself, to lie prostrate <br />And try to commiserate. <br /> <br />You dare not take off your mask <br />And pretend you are fine when they ask, <br />For they get uneasy if you reveal <br />The pain is too much to bear and deal. <br />Hence I feel, <br />I can help myself heal, <br />If I talk to the sublime flowers <br />For they have the divine power. <br />And are silent witness in that hour <br />When I am feeling low and dour. <br /> <br />They don’t judge you in your weak moment, <br />When you spirit is in torment <br />Lord, you have endowed them with such virtues <br />That they come to our rescue <br />With their playful smile without any guile.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/communion-with-flowers/
