Blown away from the tree
by a wind so strong,
Lost all my bearings,
was tossed all along.
Ended up on an unknown ground,
all alone, full of grief.
I cried my heart out,
still no relief.
What is my destiny,
can somebody foretell?
Drying and withering up
is all that rings a bell.
If there is God and a next life,
what I want to be?
Well, that can be anything
But not a leaf on the tree....
by a wind so strong,Lost all my bearings,
was tossed all along.
Ended up on an unknown ground,
all alone, full of grief.
I cried my heart out,
still no relief.
What is my destiny,
can somebody foretell?
Drying and withering up
is all that rings a bell.
If there is God and a next life,
what I want to be?
Well, that can be anything
But not a leaf on the tree....
8 comments:
then came a girl along
that made my heart skip a beat
she picked me up
and placed me in between paper sheets
years have gone by
but still I live
in between these sheets of paper
that has kept me from dying with grief.
i like that steve....i had initial thoughts of building up something similar, but then decided against it.....u should pen it mannn
while reading the poem i never thought itz about leaf..simply beautiful....
@ Steve...u can try ur hands n poem writing.....;)
Now that's a metaphorically splendid art of poetry!
yeah DS, i am coming to realize this fact....cheerz....
excellent again!! and liked the one on the comment form as well.
just checked ur other blog. isn't it there on indi?
thanks deb....sorry for the late response...i was out of station......u mean the movie blog?
Post a Comment