The Gate Poem by Kranthi Pothineni
The Gate
Dry leaf in dead state
Fallen down to intimate
Nature is legitimate
Even if we like or hate
We should see its taste
Fallen leaf got isolate
From all its mate
And from its soul mate
It looked so abate
As though it’s the fate
Wind made it rotate
In dust to integrate
To make it vitiate
With lot of irate
But leaf kept temperate
Whatever is the date?
Or even if it’s too late
Leaf never got irritate
Nor it made a negate
Instead looked motivate
Feels like it got irrigate
With winds slate
And all its berate
That leaf had ate
Without any debate
It moved in mud estate
Like doing a ice skate
That looked so great
Which we can’t rate?
Neither can we relate
Leaf gave nice narrate
Of how to make elevate
In state of insulate
By doing silent meditate
It made a new create
Leaf gave nice narrate Of how to make elevate In state of insulate By doing silent meditate It made a new create ------- Well rhymed all throughout......Nice theme with fine imagery...10
Dry leaf in dead state Fallen down to intimate Nature is legitimate Even if we like or hate We should see its taste Wonderful poem, Kranthi. You are observing nature with a philosopher's eye.
yes the fate of a fallen leaf or hero or mundane person round the corner...all the same well written cheers
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fresh and wonderful. a life dedicated for others. in death too the leaf serve others voted10 surya