I see the red coloured leaves fall,
From the trees that stand really tall.
I wonder why they have to wither,
When they can happily quiver.
But, life is about letting go,
The past that makes us a little woe.
Green leaves will be born,
It is life that goes on.
For the first time, I think I can appreciate poetry to such an extent. Really so very well written di:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Chhotu. :)
DeleteReally good.
ReplyDeleteThanks Janaki. :)
DeleteSo, Finally you are here after a long break :)
ReplyDeleteWell, Season of Fall is lovely here as well. Its quite amazing to see different colors on same tree in Summer, Autumn and in Winter.
Yep..I saw your pictures. They are gorgeous. I love the colours. :)
DeleteSuch a beautiful metaphor. Nature is symbolic of many human emotions. Loved the poem and good to read you after a long long time. Write more often. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Saru. :) It's been long, hasn't it? I will continue writing from now on. ;) Also, been long talking to you, expect a call soon. <3
DeleteBut before it withers and falls, it stuns us with the last burst of colour.
ReplyDeleteTrue, awesome colours. :)
DeleteSuch a beautifully written poem. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Kiran. :) Glad you liked it. :)
Deletenice and very true :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Joshi. :) Always a pleasure to have you here. :)
Deletejust landed on your blog.. very nicely written
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