I Am The Last Flower Of This Flowering Season Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

i am the last flower of this flowering season!

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I am the last flower of this flowering season

and my tree and the season looks jaded and tired-

there is none to take leave of

nor anyone to see me off

when the softest wind would gently snap my ties

with the slender stalk that dreamily holds me aloft

and send me in swirling descent

for a final kiss of the earth

at the end of my daydreams in light and air-

the nature's harsh laws have no mercy

once the youth and beauty evaporate in hours

between sunrise and set, unlocking frial bonds-

the tree, my bearer, seems to have no tears for me;

seems to treat all in philosophical silence-

let me fill the air and space with fragrance and colours

in the fleeting moments of my brief journey

before my hour is done!

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----s.chandra kalaadhar