20 June, 2009


This thorny little cactus ,
learned to believe,
from the day of germination;
That beauty detests it,and people shun it.
But it was the will of God ,
For the cactus to grow ,
And stand in the wild sun ,
Enduring its fate.

Surrounding it were roses,
Though with thorns ,were sought after,
For their fragrance and beauty.
Far away were jasmine,
Filling the place with sweetness

Here grew this thorny cactus,
With no one to water,
Or a willing hand to cater.

Slowly dripped its tears,
washing the feet of Lord,
The kindest Lord smiled at the plant
And bestowed His mercy at once...

Then sprang on cactus a lovely flower,
That the world has never ever has seen.
People thronged from far and near,
To Admire the beauty and capture the smell,
The Cactus had become a celebrity,
And now felt no more an orphan!

Now washed the feet of lord
The tears of happiness
That dripped from the,
Smiling, loving, blooming, cactus!



Anonymous said...

Anonymous said...

The comparison of cactus with other flowers is a new idea and very fine.

Michelle Karunakaran said...

i nearly cried for this poem...

Anonymous said...

pl go on...


AMD said...

wonderful poem... really i liked it... keep it up...

ஹரணி said...

The blooming cactus is entirely a different approach and engraving many words in heart. Excellent. wishes. Also cactus compared with other flowers is fine thing. Keep it up padma.

Kalidoss said...

Shed not tears,the Lord said
Sure I grant thee,Thy wish
sweated in the sun and desert,
Soil without water,you did toil,

Bestowed your prayer, Lord said
Bloom a flower that wilt not.
Cactus tale thats true and tall.
Care to listen.Let us pray.

Anonymous said...

love it.

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