Sitting by the window slab
Peeped inside the sweet garden!
Morning star warming up
Gentle breeze making the tilt
Flowers swaying in harmonious unison
Leaves saying amen all along
Spraying small dewdrops, precious possession!
Earth grappled that precious nectar!
Complimenting with the pleasant smell!
Small bees thronging the petals
Sucking the honey as mission of life
Miniscule portion brimming out
Their lovers catching that blessed spill
Feeling to die that very same moment
To cast their lots as immortals!
Pulled my eyes from vision eternal
Thrust myself in daily hard chores!
Dusk and dawn as usual
Turned again to beauty evergreen
Lots of leaves strewn all over
Forming a bed for flowers to rest
A purpose for leaves also!
Not only in life but in death also!
Started searching the slot for me!
13.04.2008
rajagopal haran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/194-withered-leaves/
