I am already down and out
I am almost dead and burning
Give me no more pain
I am already a fallen leaf
Flitting with the wind of summer
Wandering across fields and lanes
Don't think about me
In a few days I will be in the sea
In the tides flowing high and low
Getting lashed and losing my glow
And paradoxically spiritual teachers say we gain wisdom by not being attached to things.
The amazing instrument of the human mind can enter any corner of reality. Under blows of fate, it may feel as insubstantial as a drying, wind-drive leaf.
Congrats dear Panda for this highly philosophical poem which is pod.
As you can see from my previous comment, I highly praise this poem. Heartiest of Congratulations on POD, Anil. Very greatly deserved, poet friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the fantastic imagination of the poet. Nicely penned.