My Happiness

Poem By MAHTAB BANGALEE

I ran once to seize the time
I forgot that it's unable to seize the time lazily

Once I ran after to catch-
the beautiful butterflies, bees, grasshoppers....
I couldn't get anything

Once I ran after the birds
to listen to the amusing chirping
But they flew away from my presence

Once I was refused to propose that I love her much
Because I have no fresh red and white roses

Now I am busy in flowers gardening
I find back my time,
I am happy now seeing there the butterflies, bees, grasshoppers...
Happy also listening the twittering dawn to dusk
Very happy that she comes everyday to pluck flowers whom I loved


04.09.2020 Chattogram

Comments about My Happiness

A lovely poem....! When we do the right thing at the right time, all that we desire will automatically come to us. As soon as you set up a garden, butterflies began flitting around, birds started chirping on tree tops and above all the girl you love comes to gather flowers. Well done friend! A 10
It reminded me a posted posted POTD Plant a tree. For every problem plant a tree and see your problem is resolved. Just kidding, Nice poem Mahtab...10++
Muse of her beauty! ! Glad in your heart. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I find back my time........brilliant.....thank u, dear poet.....anjandev roy.
This is nice solution to plant the garden and enjoy the flower with butterfly sweet. Well composed and beautifully penned. Thank-you.


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