The Last Season
Rating: ★5.0
This is the last season
Winds blow without the lilt
of summer song.
The distance ends at no horizon-
all is here and now.
The land of the heart is wet.
Still the subterranean spring hums
the rain songs of yesterdays.
Memory will bring a new season
not of this earth.
Branches are twigs now.
But with a little rain
buds may come.
Winds blow without the lilt
of summer song.
The distance ends at no horizon-
all is here and now.
The land of the heart is wet.
Still the subterranean spring hums
the rain songs of yesterdays.
Memory will bring a new season
not of this earth.
Branches are twigs now.
But with a little rain
buds may come.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The last season in a man's life is the most poignant one. The tree is bare. We are waiting by force of habit for new leaves, which after all may not come. We may escape the cycle of seasons and not live to see new buds. Still there is hope that things may turn out differently
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COMMENTS
Anil Kumar Panda
10 July 2015
as the old gives place to the new a fresh hope is born to face the challenges of life.nice drop.
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Payal Parande
07 November 2012
oh! mam how wonderful..each word of this piece tells the life's hidden secret and how splendid those are amazing just amazing
thank you for sharing
love
payal
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16 September 2012
The wait is unassumably a matter of faith on one side and helplessness on the other. Man is groping in the dark of erratic extremes and where an end is soon to be a beginning too a poet too will rejoice at heart. Thank you madam for writing this beautiful piece.
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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
16 September 2012
the last season of a man's life! we may not say definitely it is when? People are more contented at this stage and mostly thrifty, if the buttresses are around, the tree still stand majestic! Beautiful poem!
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Valsa George
16 September 2012
When hope springs in our hearts, the impossible becomes possible! Who can tell if twigs won't be covered with lush green leaves and blossoming buds, though the cycle of seasons may be over! An enjoyable read!
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Payal Parande
12 September 2012
amazing just amazing what i am feeling after reading this poem is beyond explanation....so one word....perfect.....
you made me speechless its the poets like you mam that keeps me going in writing thinking i'll be like you one day
thank you so much for sharing
love,
payal
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Anita Sehgal
12 September 2012
Crisp and short... emotions well brought out, touching... the endless yearning for life!
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