The infinite loneliness
My beautiful rose, oh! My elegant rose, your beauty is first class, as useful as you are that is all you got, your fragrance has no bound you become useless after you are being uprooted but my heart feels bare for you, my rose
Oh, no my beautiful tree, my heart panicked for your continuity, can you develop under this climate, I doubt you exist under this weather, your side stream and leaves are the abode of different birds of heaven, hum is that not all what you got?
Oh!, yes my tree, your fruits are the source of nutrients to your friends but won't they leave you when there is none, you protect men from rain and storm but won't they become your enemies after you dry up?, won't you become past in their memory?
Oh, I'm lamenting over your well-being, there is no one for you during your try time, no one is there for you to share your pains, can they even understand it? I doubt it. Your life and death is their happiness, can you continue like this?
Will you embrace your loneliness with happiness? Will the pain pass with the river of time? Maybe yes but who will be there for you, who can tell if you will pass away with your sorrow, life is short, your life is their shield but your death is their wealth
About this poem
The poem explores themes of beauty, transience, and neglect, using the metaphor of a rose and a tree to convey deeper emotions about love, loss, and the often unreciprocated care that one might have for others. The rose symbolizes ephemeral beauty and the fragility of life, while the tree represents strength and resilience but also the loneliness that comes with being taken for granted. The speaker grapples with feelings of despair and concern for the well-being of these natural entities, reflecting on how their existence is intertwined with the happiness or neglect of others. more »
Written on August 02, 2024
Submitted by Hamidave on August 03, 2024
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