Ishaisms, Poetry

ON LIFE AND DEATH

A blood red rose,
in her leafy abode,
bloomed guarded by a fort of thorns.

A slimy green toad,
into her garden one night stole,
crushing her petals in pursuit of a worm.

The worm stuck in his throat;
he lay dead on the mossy moat;
to be cast away by the gardener next morn.

Β© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg

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47 thoughts on “ON LIFE AND DEATH”

      1. The ever perpetual cycle of life and death, cause and effect, extinction and preservation, random shots the universe takes on us. Lol. Welcome!

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  1. I’m waiting for the sequel! I need to know if the rose perished, or the worm survived. I’m particularly attached to worms and their tireless labour.
    You, my dear friend, can so easily create a storyline and wave a magic hand enriching the scene with a colourful drawing! Delightful in it’s entirety every if brief; like the sun emerging from behind clouds. Ahhh. πŸŒΈπŸ˜ŠπŸ‘πŸ»β€οΈπŸ‘ΆπŸ»

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    1. Starting with a challenge and ending with such a gorgeous imagery, your comments are cherished so much because of their all encompassing charisma β€πŸ˜„πŸ˜ Thank-you my dear pen pal ❀
      I guess the ending depends on your nature or thought process.. An optimist may think that both the rose and worm survived, the pessimist may think that all perished, whereas a realist or a philosopher may draw other conclusions like Karma and poetic justice… and so on and so forth 😊 Or maybe it is just a poem about being in the wrong place at the wrong time… Haha. πŸ˜›

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      1. Haha, yes dear poet …. the wrong place at the wrong time and the fact that the toad was ravenous and persistent despite the thorny trial! Maybe if a path is too fraught with perils it’s not meant to be attempted? Silly toad!
        Clever Isha … look at all these thoughts you inspire with so few words. Eggcellent! πŸ˜˜πŸ˜—

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  2. The guarded are the most inept, the ones driven by needs choose to ignore consequences of action, the victims and martyrs win the cause but always too late, while time with its nonchalance moves on.
    A fable, fabulous!

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    1. “The victims and martyrs win the cause but always too late” – I love your thought process… Reading that comment makes me want to read a book by you… You’re a real thinker. Thank you ESP 😊

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