Like a matured leaf, someday,
When my season will be gone
I will fall to the ground
May be with many a twirl or
Swaying as if inebriated in air
Without making a sound
Like a flowing stream, someday,
When summer will visit the land
I will vanish in my bed
In the silence of dry valley no one
Will realize my absence, no one
Will be there to feel sad
A poignant piece of work that depicts the undeniable truth....10
You are right sir. I am glad for your constant support and obliged. Regards.
Death is a necessary end for all human. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments. Kingsley Egbukole
Thanks very much for giving your time. Sure. I am going to read yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think, AKP, that there will be many more there to mourn your passing and miss your presence, than what you now realise! : -)
I am glad to hear that from you. Thanks a ton for giving your time and comment. My regards.