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Song of the Flower--Khalil Gibran

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.                                 
---Khalil Gibran


All the pictures above were clicked by Me and Atul (my son who is 13) at the Flower Show which took place recently at Lal bagh, Bangalore, India.

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Comments

  1. Lovely flowers.I couldn't make it to the flower show this year very nice to see them here.

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  2. so so so beautiful..both words and pictures...so touched.
    esp..
    "I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
    I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
    I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
    I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow. "

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  3. a beautiful poem..and the last few lines are lovely!
    And yes, you and atul have done full justice to the blooming beauties.:)

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  4. a beautiful poem. Fabulous clicks by you and your son. And one more thing nice way of presenting someone's else poem with pictures :P ;)

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  5. Beautiful pictures that speak for themselves...

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  7. wow...what beautiful verses to go with the pictures and vice-versa!! Loved it!!
    GOod day!
    -Durga

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  8. lovely picha and great verses!

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  9. I absolutely loved the last 3 pictures...Atul's pictures are amazing...

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  10. It must be the horticultural show that happens during republic day and Independance day. I was a regular to this show during my childhood. It happened at the glass house. Public sector companies used to participate and win prizes.
    On, how I miss them.

    Thank you for bringing it to me virtually.

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  11. wowww beautiful captures :D
    and thanks for shating the verses :)

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  12. Thanks to all who commented! Not writing individual replies this time. Yes it was the Flower show which happened on 26th January at lal Bagh. It was a feast for the eyes.
    Cheers
    Preeti

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