Poem by: Sarthak Bajaj
I think hearts are a lot like flowers.
Beautiful… fragile… and alive.
If you really want to understand a person,
just give them a flower.
Watch how they take care of it.People often say they don’t like flowers,
but maybe it’s not that,
maybe they don’t want the responsibility
of caring for something that can fade.
Because taking care of a flower
is not very different from taking care of a heart.
Both need attention.
Both need patience.
Both can slowly fall apart… even when you didn’t mean to hurt them.And one day,
both will eventually die.
So it’s on you
you can be careless and suffocate them,
or you can nurture them
and make their short life meaningful.
Maybe life is just this:
spending as much time as possible
with things that are real,
even if they don’t last forever.
Or…
you can choose artificial flowers.They don’t fade.
They don’t need care.
They don’t ask for anything.
But you’ll never truly love them.
Because fake things
may survive longer…
but they never feel alive.
Posted by: Sarthak Bajaj
About me:
I don’t write stories,
I capture moments.
Between observation and emotion,
I try to understand life,
one feeling at a time.
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Very nice poetry.
Thank you, really glad you liked it… means a lot.
Loved this. Never really thought about artificial flowers this way….. they look perfect, yk always fresh, but kinda miss that soul real flowers have. Nice perspective, Sarthak.
Really glad you felt tha Renan...
that contrast was exactly what I was trying to express.
Sometimes perfection looks beautiful,
but it’s the real things that actually make us feel something.
Fake flowers don’t wilt, don’t fall apart,
but maybe that’s why they never feel like they truly lived.
That’s beautifully said Dagfinn...
maybe that’s the trade-off,
they don’t fall apart, but they never truly live either.
That is a beautiful and deeply true way to look at love and vulnerability. Your poem captures a complex feeling perfectly. A person's heart is exactly like a real flower. Both are beautiful, but they can easily be hurt. To keep them healthy, you have to pay attention to them, give them time, and treat them gently. THANK YOU.
This is a beautiful thought. You are completely right caring for someone's heart is exactly like caring for a real flower. It is fragile and takes a lot of patience.
Thank you… really glad it connected with you.
maybe that’s the thing
what’s fragile isn’t weak,
it just asks for more patience.
This is so beautifully written. it truly made me reflect on how we treat people and emotions. Real hearts are fragile, but giving them your time and care is what makes life truly meaningful.
Thank you Ridhi, that really means a lot…
I’m glad it made you reflect,
because maybe that’s all we’re trying to do
understand how to care a little better.