The Swan Song Of A Falling Leaf Poem by Dr Hitesh Sheth
The Swan Song Of A Falling Leaf
Now I am rocked in the air
By the winds of death and despair
Rushing to the burial ground
Whereon wait the ash-strewn mounds.
Not long ago I was a budding leaf
Sipping the wind of joy sans grief
I would laugh at yellow chaps
Greeted their fall with thunderous claps.
Hallucinating that I and pyramid are alike,
Which a storm of death would fail to strike.
But slowly time painted me yellow,
Not unlike my long lost fellows.
At last my blinded pride
Wayward coz of lack of guide
Sees that neither joy nor pain
But death is a life’s lasting gain.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
30/08/2009
death is life's lasting gain....deep words...beautiful story of a leaf
The fate of leaf is a good hint for all to know about one self which is similar to the leaf after all! Nice poem!
Last two lines seem to be message for all the living beings; a nice poem, doc!
A beautiful poem Dr. Hitesh with a very clear message.....no matter who we are or what we do finally we will all meet the fate of the falling yellow leaf....10++++
nice poem..the leaf's plight is in a way our lplight..we travel the same route..
Everyone has the same thought and fear bout' life.. Sometimes we just too dense in self consciousness. We should just enjoy it while we can, right? ! Thanks for sharing it.. A lovely piece indeed... ^-^
Hitesh, I would love to say it a little differently, ......................neither life nor death Blissful consciousness is my breath. CP
The preaching moral end means a lot in the title....beautifully written poem
In spring were young and green In autumn stong and dark In winter and on...yellow! ! and drop. is true to our life for i am for sure see me in the autumn. 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The sad truth abut life. When we were young, we thought any one over the age of fifty looked to old to know anything, to need anything to want anything. Now others are thinking that about us. And we have gained awareness; what is left of life? .......... death.......i love your poem