Life seems old
And falling
Which hand's there
To hold and rise
Waiting
Like the fallen
Leaves with the
withered look
To be swept up by
A monsoon blow
For a new season
So that
A nascent leaf
Fluttering
In gentle breeze
Flickering
In golden sunshine
In the lap of mother nature
Excites me
As I keep gazing
Kicking my tiny legs
In my mother's lap
Yes madam, to fall means to rise. In old age people need to rise with the help of their grandsons or grand daughters. After final falling a person gets nascent body like a new leaf of a tree. A well imaginative poem with a philosophical base has been composed by you incisively. Full five stars.
Sort of a beautiful philosophical write about the life. Very beautifully crafted. 'To be swept up by A monsoon blow For a new season'.. is so nice. Thanks for sharing.
A motivational piece of work dear madam! Brilliantly composed..5 🌟
Profound philosophical rendition very powerfully penned with lucidity of thought. A work of an intricate mind.... Thanks for sharing this inspirational poem with us. Stay blessed.
Marvelous verses and images woven to paint how we go through life imbued with the beauty and wonders of Mother Nature. To my Poem List.
A moving and beautiful portrayal on the stages of life. Wonderful
Revisiting ma'am. The understanding from an infant's perspective...as she/ he looks the natursl principle of regulations or continuity of life. Beautiful ma'am. Name is apt. Into my favourite. Verify inspirational.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fantastic description of a life sketch you have made through the nature, Amusing 10**** Indeed we all are tiny kids in front of mother nature.