Unveiling the Secrets of the Enigmatic Purple Flower Tree: A Poem That Will Captivate Your Soul
Have you ever wondered what stories a silent presence could tell if it whispered its truths in colors instead of words? This evocative poem drapes us in the image of purple petals strewn like a delicate carpet, kissed by lovers’ feet — yet untouched by the speaker, a self-proclaimed non-lover. Watching quietly from the sidelines, the poem reveals a landscape marred by human toil and neglect, where romance once flourished but now lies buried beneath mud and chaos. It’s a poignant reflection on change, loss, and the quiet steadfastness of those who remain unaffected by the passing tides of passion. Dive in and let the imagery sweep you away — sometimes, the quiet observer offers the deepest truths.
I didn’t know your name
But I knew you were always there
Shedding continuous purple
Onto the green velvet carpet
That kissed the lovers’ feet
Being no lover myself
I’ve never trodden any of your purple
Sinews
So, I believe I have never caused you any
Pain
I observed them, watched them morning and evening
Digging, drilling, spitting, sweating
Exhausting you
Then manifesting their deepest cruelties
Filled with soil the little slope of your abode
Half covering your graceful curves
And distorting your grandeur
Now they have stopped
But left the spot in such a shabby, muddy
And chaotic condition
That no lovers come any more under you
You are no more romantic for them
Don’t worry dear,
Lovers do change
They are the most susceptible for change
Being no lover myself
I know I have not changed
You are still romantic for me
So I still do not tread your purple sinews
And I believe I don’t cause you any
Pain
