New Life Poem by Nosheen Irfan
New Life
Yellow leaves fell
Leaving the old boughs
Tired of clinging
But afraid of letting go
Unresisting to the shift
From warmth to cold
They had no choice
But to swing to Nature's whims.
In their place, new leaves grew
From the soft touch of spring
And gave the tree a new life
And one day man came
And slashed the tree to the ground
Not caring a bit
That new leaves meant new life
For the poor old tree.
It gives me enormous pleasure to revisit this excellent poem.. beautiful poetry.
A beautiful poem! I consider the last couple of lines as the epitome of this wonderful work on new life..........10
The second stanza is a lament for the victim of human cruelty, and its a sorry kind of casual destructiveness. There is no sign the human realizes his actions are so hurtful. The stanza begins with nature's hope but that is dashed by man's slashing. // But the first stanza is wonderful in evoking the necessary pruning of autumn. It's the self-renewing process of nature you're describing, and although you don't put a human being in the setting, I can see my life paralleling the tree's life, and the tree and I are siblings in the larger family of life.
new leaves meant new life For the poor old tree................. A great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Change is natural. Old has to die to give space to new. Very nice.