It's From Life Poem by SALINI NAIR
It's From Life
A hasty wind passed by
Fall few leaves on grassy yard
Blow that takes to the frenzy yard
Wrinkled part that tease sometimes
Past that ruined in overhaul
Grievance a gaffe of its time
Feed the giant with these old nerves
It's lush that swathe in noble hands
Fall that grab out of esteem
To the abandoned part of silly life
Forgot the favor with seldom sigh
Grief that never impede its growth
Shed it in a hazy style
To the lazy hands of a gale
Parting that creates numbness always
A giant symbol of abandoned past
Fall that prompt but hum silence
Implicit part of life unknown
An Offer that fertile next dawn
There sprout few from that sacrifice
Few lives mend for help and strive
Change the history with its thumb
Fall that rewrite the laws of life
Feed the next with empty belly
Seldom part of human life! ! ! !
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Yes flowers beautify and leaves satisfy......being fertile fulfill the desires of the earth and itself a boon for sustaining life of its source as Nature.......born to serve selflessly.....an amazing piece with a great message
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
few lives mend to help and strive change the history with its thumb nice lines
An Offer that fertile next dawn There sprout few from that sacrifice- very nicely envisioned. I like most. Thanks.
Wrinkled part that tease sometimes Past that ruined in overhaul beautiful poem i like these lines most
Few lives mend for help and strive Change the history with its thumb You reminded me the great men and women who changed the world. A beauyiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Feed the giant with these old nerves- wonderful poem