Ascetic Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Ascetic

Rating: 5.0


Trees on either side of the alley
A few branches with blooming flowers bent down
Intently trying to touch
You loitering slowly
Creeping after you shadow-spy
Just now trample down a yellow fallen leaf
Apathetically not eyed
Cross the noon-river wearing sun-crown...
You would never know the leaf you tread upon
It was I

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