poetry


The last leaf

It is autumn again my friend,
The last leaf from that maple tree
falls down from the topmost branch
with silence and profound contemplation

the wind carried that leaf into his hand
it falls down into the lap of the earth
it lies there without any noise
but that  leaf's silence is eloquent...

Why?..oh..Why?..it happened?
why autumn take away the beauty and splendour?
i asked to you my friend with broken heart.

it should be happen..it is the law
it is the order of nature, it is the rhythm of nature.
every season has it's own rhythm
altogether they made a melody,
it is the melody of the earth.

but when i looks into that leaf again
with my filled eyes and rosy cheeks
it told me about eternity
about the life beyond death
that leaf will live again in a different formaa
 by giving life for somebody
under beneath of that maple tree

i have desired to go
where springs never fall
where there is no autumn
i whispered in my soul...
but....
The last leaf touches my life
It wake up my desire for eternity




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