Rustling leaves
Crushed underneath
It kindled a thought
Made me ponder
A part of a blooming tree
Today they lie anonymously
With a faint identity
Where in they belong?
Traveled miles
Through the fury
Of the potent gale
Through the chilliness
Of the winter frost
Through the clout
Of the monsoon rain
Today as they lie ruined
An inexplicable tranquility
An unfathomable delight
For the accomplishment
They feel
Disregarding the pain
Accepting change
Is the way of life
Indeed
Bliss is temporary
Grief is volatile
Only change is enduring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem