A Flower in My Hair

Anita Bacha

Today I wear a fresh flower in my hair,

My sweet sweetheart is here,

For the city, he left me asunder,

How I lived without him, I wonder;

Red florets I wore on our wedding night,

The gems he put in my hair under the moonlight,

Are the pressed blooms under my pillow,

How I slept without him, do you know?

Anita Bacha

Photo credit: Rajesh Swami




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Author: Anita Bacha

Creative and inspirational writer of stories, poetry, and haikus I am also an addictive reader of novels, poetry, haiku, and children's storybooks. I am the author of SOUL POETRY a book of inspirational poems, verses, and quotes published by Partridge India (2015) The Maker of Miracles (2006) published in the USA by Dorrance Publishing and My Journey with God (2008) published under the banner of Sai Towers, India is the narration about my spiritual journey. My new poetry book INK Echo of life and love published by ร‰ditions de Lโ€™Ocean Indien (2019) in Mauritius, my birth country is a collection of love poems extolling the feelings and desires of women. The Princess and the Crow is my first storybook for children, released by Austin Macauley Publishers London in March 2019. Two years later, I was inspired to write and published two other books - WAKASHIO, a storybook for children, and PINK MOON - AN ANTHOLOGY OF HAIKU POEMS. I love to write. I guess my writing has a special clichรฉ of island ๐ŸŒด life, natural, unpretentious, and full of beauty.

10 thoughts on “A Flower in My Hair”

  1. There really is something very special and romantic about flowers in the hair. It would have been very popular in the English countryside years ago and almost died out. Then we had the benefit of different cultures to help us reconnect with the beauty and now the flowers and garlands are reappearing. So glad you triggered that memory for me ๐Ÿ™‚ I love that last line of your poem. I suspect your poetry is as popular as your other writing ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Thank you for the kind words David.
      I was inspired to write this poem after I attended the wedding of a friend ( a poet I met in India at the Zee Jaipur Literary Festival 2018).
      He contracted an arranged marriage with a village girl who lived quite far from his own village.
      But sadly soon after their wedding,
      he had to return to his job in the city.
      I donโ€™t recall the bride wearing flowers in her hair; she was heavily bedecked with jewelry.
      Still I imagine that making love to a man for the first time is like being adorned with flowers from top to toe.
      Here โ€˜a flower ๐ŸŒธ in my hair โ€˜ means that I am a married woman. Once a woman discovers the bliss of marital life, she always pins for it when the husband is away or far from her.
      The physical even outside marriage creates attachment .
      There is definitely something very special about flowers ๐Ÿ’ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿฅ€

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