Flowers,
Given to show
Love, gratitude, by well wishers,
Or put tearfully
On the grave
Their fragrance lingers,
In the subconcious,
Even when they wither.
But, flowers to buy love
With accentuated aroma,
Err..a stink.
Emotions,
Authentic, as poetry,
But, made up,
Artificial,
Like paper made flowers,
Attractive, but the fragrance,
Lacking.
Like jingles,
Selling fake dreams,
In advertisements.
11/06/09
maitreyee joshi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotions-86/
