Flowers in the farmer’s market, today
Looking at any beautiful flower reminds me of Rabindranath Tagore’s poem - ‘Flower’.
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it.
I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.