Fashioned of intricate
dots of red and orange, with its leafy veins originating from a slender stem; a
forlorn leaf once part of a looming tree lies on the ground. It beckons to
be noticed, telling the story of autumn yielding to winter and of fresh beginnings
yielding to uninvited endings- The cycle of life, as we know it.
Hope it looks back on greaner memories with pride - of days when it made sweet fruits out of pure sunshine that aroused the appetite of maggots and men - as it rests peacefully at the root of its creator...
ReplyDeleteWow! :D thanks for adding to my first ever 'small stone'.
ReplyDeleteWow really nice Spring, wording it in such a way when you've spot just a fallen leaf. And yep, the post script of Harendra is quite nice too. Poets always see things differently. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! I wish I could notice these things all the time...it doesn't happen as always. :)
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