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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