Did my rose plant mock at me?????

Same here too, Shanthi, waiting to meet you, on my visit to Nanganallur.
Will buzz you without fail!

sriniketan

 

A good poem indeed...If you have written this then you must write more.Writing poems is a gift.So keep it up .I am giving another poem as a gift read for you.
OCTOBER HILLS

I LOOK upon the purple hillsThat rise in steps to yonder peaks,And all my soul their silence thrillsAnd to my heart their beauty speaks.What now to me the jars of life,Its petty cares, its harder throes?The hills are free from toil and strife,And clasp me in their deep repose.
They soothe the pain within my breastNo power but theirs could ever reach,They emblem that eternal restWe cannot compass in our speech.
From far I feel their secret charm--From far they shed their healing balm,And lost to sense of grief or harmI plunge within their pulseless calm.
How full of peace and strength they stand,Self-poised and conscious of their weightWe rise with them, that silent band,Above the wrecks of Time or Fate;
For, mounting from their depths unseen,Their spirit pierces upward, far,A soaring pyramid serene,And lifts us where the angels are.
I would not lose this scene of rest,Nor shall its dreamy joy depart;Upon my soul it is imprest,And pictured in my inmost heart.