One Plaza

A plaza of flowers red and green
Is found by the hundreds of gatherers
Exciting their youth and delivering
Their offspring in a few years.

For flowers of great knowledge
Look girls and look boys of talent,
Fending for themselves
After the rains and the showers of gratitude.

My water bucket fills from the outpourings
Of the clouds that bicker and proudly state
Their reasonable knowledge,
Then the flowers have attained children's agility.

My water purified me, as I drank from
The fountain of life always described.
This little sound appeared in me
When sweeter events really happened by chance.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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