Daily Prompt : Pluck

In response to one word-prompt : Pluck

‘Do not pluck flowers,’ the gardener warned,

I must quietly pull out some I mourned.

I have no choice,

I must ignore his voice,

My teacher needs them I mourned!

…………………………………. 🙂



8 thoughts on “Daily Prompt : Pluck

  1. Dear Ranu,

    Thank you for sharing with us this nice poem. I wonder what flowers feel about being plucked? 🙂

    All good wishes,


    • Dear Robert,
      I guess the flowers don’t like it, but this was a true story, my teacher, in my school wanted me to bring flowers.
      She found out from the girls in my class we had a beautiful garden of flowers. So I plucked some for her.
      Next morning our gardener asked me if I had plucked flowers, at first I said no, but then he showed me
      where I plucked flowers from. He said because I ruined the place, if I needed flowers to ask him, he’d pluck
      them for me. According to him there is a right and wrong way of plucking flowers mine was the wrong way. 🙂

      • Dear Ranu,

        I suspect some people are picky about how flowers are picked. My wife works on a flower farm. I bet she is picky :)!

        All good wishes,


      • Dear Robert,
        I won’t be surprized if your wife is picky about her garden, gardeners take great care
        of their garden, they do not want anyone to mess it up. 🙂

  2. @Ranu and Robert: thank you for this interesting discussion, and Ranu, thank you for the poem and the true story. I was very fond of gardening when I was growing up but somehow, I failed to develop the knack for it.

    • Thank you, when I saw the prompt “Pluck,” it took me back to my school days,
      my teacher(nun) wanted me to take some flowers after she found out about our
      beautiful garden. I plucked the flowers hurriedly because the bus would come
      any moment to pick me up for school. While the nun was pleased our mali wasn’t,
      as soon as he saw me getting off the bus in the afternoon, he stopped me from going
      into the house, he said, ‘Bibi, aapnay phool kiun tora?’ I of course said no,
      then he pointed the exact place, and threatened to tell Dad. I gave in and admitted. 🙂

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