The fallen leaves,
under your feet
had something to say,
but they lost it in the way.
The fallen leaves...
They tried to sustain,
every challenge- the sun, the rain,
with the colour green,
even at their extreme.
The fallen leaves...
They tried to give,
even alone they never leave,
their instinct to fight,
from the sun's extreme light.
The fallen leaves...
They tried not to plea,
even when the branches disagreed,
they tried to remain,
but at last 'they' all left them.
The fallen leaves...
Even on the ground,
they tried to keep the tree sound,
they depleted and disintegrated,
to manure- the tree benefited.
The fallen leaves...
Always silent but helpful,
the leaves were mysterious,
they helped but never demanded,
what was that they reminded.
The fallen leaves...
Was that the love they had,
or was just their way to live,
whatever it was, it was all unsaid,
but once the leaves must have been heard.
The fallen leaves...
'Those fallen leaves...'
2 प्रतिक्रियाएँ:
Marvelous!!
It seems that my vocabulary is weak, because I am unable to find words to add for the appreciation of this great poem and your caliber also.
Great work, my dear friend!!
Nicely composed !!
keep up the good work......
the leaves indeed doesnot ask any thing and help other in all ways possible .... and truly they are unsaid and unheard.....
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