A tender, soft leaf once I was
Sprouting from bud I was watching beautiful nature
Soft sun shone on me
And rain drops drenched me much
Winds always caused me swing
Little birds sat on branch under me
It was spring
I was a single one in many
You, poet could not find me,
If I didn't mention you;
Slowly summer approached
Hardened my softness
That hard sun couldn't harm my face
One morning rain came
Make me much satisfied;
Then one morning many fallen leaves I found
Fall came I guessed
Next morning
I found myself on ground
A yellow fallen leaf;
Then dew drops and snow began to fall
I saw wrapping warm clothes people around;
But I was getting dried.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 9 July, 2018
last age of winter blinks here catches every veins with whom I was near not far but everything was fair for the spring everything was on departure ........................ nicely crafted on base of monologue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful, poem in saddest backgroun