Amar Agarwala

Gold Star - 9,737 Points (Calcutta)

Walking Past Your Garden - Poem by Amar Agarwala

Walking past your garden
When it was autumn´s end,
Withered leaves spread across
Cobbled pathways that bend;

I spied a single leaf
Upon a maple high,
Trembling in gentle breeze
Beckoning the dusk nigh;

Pausing for moments long
I saw it tumble down,
Straight upon my shoulder
Its texture withered brown;

Did an omen befall?
With its stark fragile blade,
That I may plead my love
Before the fall could fade;

I searched for a blossom
There was none I could find,
I was filled with remorse
Dark tidings in my mind;

Lo! In the fading light
An Azalea stood,
Dainty in its blueness
And then I understood;

I plucked its tenderness
And found it laced with dew,
I smelt its fragrance sweet
And knew it was for you;

The last bloom in autumn
Had come upon my way,
It made my heart whisper
My love would bloom someday.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Rhyme Royal or Rime Royale

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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