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.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
There is a time for everything in this world and this fact is to be respected if one is to make use of the bounties of life. The flowers that have been plucked should be used in garlands immediately or plucking them is a cruel thing if it is of no use. The color and smell are irrelevant, what matters is how they are used.
Year of Poem: 1890
Writer: Rabindranath Tagore
Birthplace of Writer:India