A Little Girl with Flowers in Hand

A Little Girl with Flowers in Hand

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

I was travelling on a rickshaw on a day, sunny,

All on a sudden a little girl came running,

I felt pity for her, she was in torn clothing,

I noticed her hands, the roses looked happy.


She was not speaking but her tearful eyes,

The survival of her family and the momentary fall of ache,

Largely depend on the choices we make,

Some of us by buying the flowers make them smile, some become haters.


I could not differentiate between the flowers and her,

So innocent she was, left in my conscience an eternal scar.  

© 2014 Md. Ziaul Haque

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Added on October 24, 2014
Last Updated on October 24, 2014
Tags: Rickshaw, Day, Sunny, Girl, Clothing, Happy, Roses, Speaking, Tearful, Eyes, Eternal, Scar


Md. Ziaul Haque
Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh

Md. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..