A Green Foliage. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

A Green Foliage.

Rating: 3.7


I was on the road,
It began to shower.
In search of shelter
I made a quick glance around.

By a fence
Were lined a few trees.
They invited my eyes,
They opened their foliage.

Birds were chirping,
Squirrels were creeping.
Flies were dancing,
A sweet aroma was encircling.

Shadows gathered around me,
Leaves fell over the place.
A green umbrella was above me,
An unseen hand was roofing me.

A nest was in the winds,
Little birdies watched the rain.
To the showering clouds
Their beaks played a whispering note.

Rain was hard
But it was brief.
Leaving the shelter
Once again I picked up the road.

Those trees are now gone,
That landscape is no more.
Yet, in the inward eye, I do hear
Those rain drops, the long chirps,
The whispering beaks, the quivering wings, and
I am swept into blissful moments.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Asia Villaflor 26 December 2016

its so nice of you to share this kind of of poem to us, while reading this an image of you to the world of enchanted forest is I have easily imagined... I really like it, it touches me so much.... thanks for sharing.

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Ravi A 26 December 2016

Thanks for reading this poem and posting your impressive comments. Such comments actually inspire me for more compositions.

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Savita Tyagi 02 December 2016

I do remember those trees by the roads. Tamarind, Banyan, pepul and Jamun. Cities are encroaching everywhere. Thanks for bringing back those memories.

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 August 2015

A sweet aroma with the muse of life. Nice work.

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 27 July 2015

Truly, sweet memories of nature as such linger in mind throughout our life giving immense pleasure and joy.

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Beautiful. Speaks of the necessity of Closeness to nature and against felling of trees. Good

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Bharati Nayak 22 June 2022

Shadows gathered around me, Leaves fell over the place. A green umbrella was above me, An unseen hand was roofing me.-So beautifully expressed !

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Terry Dawson 15 February 2020

The world is a shifting canvas. Things that were are no more. Memories are our best possessions

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Unica Hija 29 January 2020

It's amazing how you vividly captured scenes of the past and intertwined it to present scenario.Magnificent poem. Thank you for sharing.

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Mahtab Bangalee 30 May 2018

so gracefully crafted every word well penned 10++++

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Ravi Panamanna

Ravi Panamanna

Ottapalam- Kerala State- India
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