The Fallen Leaves Poem by Nikhila Churia
The Fallen Leaves
The fallen leaves lay bare and cold;
Monuments of a sad love story;
Withered, brown and crushed they lay;
Waiting for the earth to be their grave;
Soon the snow shall blanket them;
Wiping their unseen tears away;
As they breathe into their deaths;
A wind shall take their souls away.
A funeral amidst piercing silence;
Plaintive friends and their poignant farewells;
In the solitude of the starless night;
Laid bare, are the memories relived.
The trees have lost their divine grace;
And winter chill has reached the gates;
"It's time to go back", the creatures say;
As it shall soon be a long dark day
A nice poem, Nikhila. Read my poem Love and L u s t.Thanks.
Thank you for sharing your beautifully expressed sentiments. So sad but that is life, nothing is permanent.10+
A wonderful soulful poem and you have employed the imagery effectively in metaphor. Really great poetry. Kudos. Pleez do comment my newest poem too titled, 'when life was really child's play'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautifully written, Nikhila...10++++