(A lovely gift from Abhishek- I think in 1996)
You can't love a cactus too much
It may die of disbelief!
Futile-Its too stoic to cup its hands
suffer without complaining
A lesson it has learnt
It looks dead
But pluck a thorn and you'll find
Life in tis bosom
Or is it a tear held back
when another callous cloud ignored it?
No one ever heard a cactus cry
For it life is a post dated cheque
With no signature on it
Maybe it is not water a cactus is asking for
Why is its flower hauntingly beautiful?
And so short lived?
What the hell
After all I can do it tomorrow!
You can't love a cactus too much
It may die of disbelief!
Futile-Its too stoic to cup its hands
suffer without complaining
A lesson it has learnt
It looks dead
But pluck a thorn and you'll find
Life in tis bosom
Or is it a tear held back
when another callous cloud ignored it?
No one ever heard a cactus cry
For it life is a post dated cheque
With no signature on it
Maybe it is not water a cactus is asking for
Why is its flower hauntingly beautiful?
And so short lived?
What the hell
After all I can do it tomorrow!
What a Poetic way to raise the question of Life with a symbol of Cactus & Flower.
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I wrote just the first 2 lines.they were pasted on my little cactus plant vase.Rest was contributed by my friend....probably to change my view of life!
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