Begged the tree of the leaf,
For this is but, time in transit Just a season, meant to pass
The bite of cold
Will release its hold
Then again will there be
The season of plenty
Stay yet a while
Nay, I cant tarry,
The leaf affirmed,
The others have left, so will I
The grip of cold is strong
And to it you might yet succumb
Bent over as you are by the force of gale...
Whence again shall I receive the invite of wind?
So the time is nigh to let go
Forthwith I bid bye
The tree understood the leafs quandary
And even as it wondered,
How was one to choose
Between holding on and letting go?
How could it tell the leaf
In separation, it isnt the tree that withers...
Resigned as it were
To the play of nature
In its parting smile, it hid its sigh
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written by Avi Das, 2008-05-21 22:19:52
Dear All,
Thank you for the comments as also the welcome.
Thank you for the comments as also the welcome.
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written by P. Desikan, 2008-05-21 12:32:05
The others have left, so will I.
In separation, it isn’t the tree that withers.
This fine poet can certainly vibe both with the leaf and the tree!
Great flow!
Regards. Partha.
In separation, it isn’t the tree that withers.
This fine poet can certainly vibe both with the leaf and the tree!
Great flow!
Regards. Partha.
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Yes, holding on and letting go are all plays of nature , isnt it?
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