While bidding bye to the bough
The departing guest lingers
Recollects swings of spring
And its melody that
Mesmerises with dancing —
morn, noon, and eve
Life is but being
obsessed or getting lost
in its splendour
The soul in confines
Seeks a jot of joy
In hitch, hitch hiccups.
The hapless man
In the whirlwind —
A sole sailing leaf.
©® Dasharath Naik
A meaningful poem! Extremely well composed with precision and recall...top scire
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The hapless man In the whirlwind — A sole sailing leaf. So true dear Dashrath! A meaningful poem. God bless you.