wildflowers in bed of rocks poem 13

“An artist is nothing without a patron, it is a harsh truth that history has repeated too often, think of Van Gough and check out the writings of this humble author while you surf for your books please!”

Wildflowers in bed of rocks




It’s strange how sometimes

Life showers us with love

When we have turned our back

And decided to not look for it.


They may not come in the form

We hope, yearn or desire

But they do show up

Like wild flowers in bed of rocks.


8.08.09, Garia, Kolkata



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