I write this,
not to tell u somethin' abt leaf.
I write this,
just to shape & extend ur old belief.
I write this,
not to tell u 'leaf is life'.
I write this,
only to tell u leaves r also alive.
I write this,
not to tell u how important to them is light.
I write this,
just to ask what could it be, for which we always fight?
I write this,
not to tell u that leaves r fragile,
I write this,
to point out dumbness doesnt imply state of being sterile.
I write this,
not to tell u that every autumn leaves fall,
I write this,
jst to tell u, rising after fall is what makes u tall.
I write this,
not to tell u how even on the hottest day, leaves remain green,
I write this,
only to ask, living in all comforts, why we cant keep ourselves pure & clean.
I am not here,
to give u a biological description of leaf,
I am here,
to make u realise how special u cud be, when u r person full of self-belief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool...I love the way you wrote this...