Rising and falling, falling and rising,
I always think what the reason of my downfall was.
Who gave me courage to rise after a fall?
Why next time I rose a little higher after all?
What worry me am I going to fall forever,
or it's a cycle and I shall creep once again.
Who is the house keeper?
I creep on the windows of his room,
I am a creeper with multicoloured flowers,
I am a creeper with so many fragrances,
As long as I am a source of a lovely sight,
as long as I am an air freshener,
as long as I am a soothing greenery,
the keeper, a poet, writes poems on me,
but when I wildly expand
and I start obstructing light and air,
the same keeper comes out of his room
with an unseen scissors
and reduces my offshoots to his desired magnitude!
I see most of my living branches
with green leaves and colourful flowers
fall on the bosom of my mother
from where I was risen and breast fed,
I was a part of my mother
I decay and become her pat once again.
My father, I know you'll come once again to my mother,
the creeper will rise once again,
with all its colours and fragrances,
you'll write new poems,
the creeper will be ahero of your long poems,
and then an unseen scissors again!
What a fantastic write. A great poem that touches on the ups and downs of life, the wheel of life that sometimes depend on our fate and others. This write is also a great tribute to wonderful plants, creepers. It captures their beauty and great attributes. Sometimes their rise and fall depend on human beings and nature. Beautifully crafted and well executed.10++++
A poem with philosophical undertone and great metaphor, Life is indeed like a creeper, trying to expand and grow in all areas, sometimes in empty spaces and sometimes encroaching others' space A thought provoking poem with a touch of reality.....Nothing less than 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rising and falling! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.