there is a soft sound,
a tired leaf falls
in the autmn breeze.
stealthily, grief in mind
it lays down,
in the wintry bare,
to nurture its dream.
in a tiptoe the snow falls.
mind gladdens to see,
what the heart wishes.
though desire is fulfilled,
life awaits for something!
in the garden of the mind,
all flowers and fruits are shrivelled
mourning for the lost time.
life goes through , like a circle
like a leaf,
to unfurl itself again and again
to complete the life cycle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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