Life on a Patch of Lawn
- Deep from the Soul -
K. Radhakumar *
The green leaves do not mourn for
The yellow ones fallen
On the floor of the heart of the earth.
No, the green leaves do not
Though poetry is buried
Beneath a pile of yellow leaves.
The green leaves turning yellow
And about to fall
Appreciate and sing the glory of
The sunrise and the sunset –
One can always hear
The soft rustling of leaves
The music of birds, playing hide and seek
Chirping away in the background.
Once a nightingale came and kissed
And whispered sweet nothings
To a leaf in her heyday
Sitting on a green twig
Now turning brown;
It was hard and strong then
But now bone dry with life oozing out
And about to break any moment.
The leaf remembers
Her friend the nightingale
And thinks it wonderful
She met him.
Like an old lady, she is graceful;
Her face still wears
The remnant of an out-of-fashion beauty
And there she sits
Shaking hands with her grandchildren.
Her smile says
Life is full of meaningful actions
And sweet music,
Life is beautiful, very beautiful.
For our lady,
Life and death are absolute religions .
She is a real beauty
For she is beautiful without any make-up.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on February 08, 2015.
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