Re: which flower
yeah jasmine is my fav billo.. tumhe bataya tu tha sms mai! :p
Isn't growing poppy illegal in USA ?
no the flower itself isnt illegal.
it's the making of the drugs (ie opium) from the seed pod of the poppy that is illegal lol
poppies....they are so beautiful especially when you see an entire field full of em. :D
Fields full of poppies are sad :(
*In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.*
no the flower itself isnt illegal. it's the making of the drugs (ie opium) from the seed pod of the poppy that is illegal lol
Thanks , next spring I will try to grow some in my garden.
Motia is not called raat ki rani .in Urdu It is called Motia , mogra , bela etc in Urdu. Maid of Orleans and Jasmine Sambac are English names.
Jasmine sambac ‘Maid of Orleans’ , Arabian Jasmine
Yes rat ki rani is called night blooming jasmine, night blooming jessamine, night jessamine, night-blooming cestrum, queen of the night, night queen jasmine, raat ki rani
Night Blooming Jasmine | Plant Aficionado
lol yea i read that poem once. most poppy poems are sad :(
MIRCH.....i tried growing some in our garden....didnt work for some reason. I guess watering them would have helped :D
Fields full of poppies are sad :(
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.