My heart, trembling like a leaf in the first breeze before the storm
As clouds clash high above
Trembles and shivers in the deepest pain
This then is what is called love
My heart, trembling like a leaf in the scorching sun
Almost dried, almost died
My heart was after all, just a heart
Like others that sighed and cried
My heart, trembling like a leaf under the light of the moon
As nightbirds alighted on branches
Shuddered, as though underneath it saw
A cavalry that onward marches
My heart, trembling like a leaf before a storm
Almost, almost stopped still
All those fanciful theories of being and existing
Couldn’t then this heart fulfill.
There was a leaf that fluttered in the storm
It silently waited for it’s dreams to take form.
A pictorial image of the emotion with beautiful nature analogies, with sun, moon, storm…the last line justifying the whole.. Well penned stanzas… Abha
Captivating write, kept me gripped to my seat until the final stanza. Really great poem Rani. HG: -) xx
A beautiful flowing write Rani, full of wonderful metaphors, excellent penning, Lynda xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
storms may tremble us but dreams go on, , , ,