THE SHEDDING
The cold winter's evening breeze, send
shivering waves through the trees;
Making the branches to sway and swing!
As those withered leaves shake and dance,
Shedding themselves one by one, -
To Winters tune and gusty beat!
The trees stand bare with skeleton looks,
Ready to slumber through the winter once
more,
Covered in their white apparel of fluffy snow!
The Creator of our heaven and earth,
Shall renew their garment of verdant green;
Waking them up to a fresh new life, -
With the coming of the season of Spring!
I sit by my window still, and see those late
Autumn leaves fall,
Waiting for that day and hour, when I shall
hear Him call!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
22 Aug 08
(Influenced by a song of Tagore)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some one get this eternal call. We are also waitting for that very call. My ten for you. Please read my poems if time permits. Thanks a lot. Tapas Baidya, Kolkata