Maple Leaves
Watching over my bedroom window I peered onto the Maple tree and counted its leaves as it fell down As each fell, my heart trembled! Am I fearing the signs of ageing? Am I craving for being immortal? I looked around to feel the grumbling sounds and I discovered nothing but a stark reality that nature never grumbles It is so unnaturally content and I looked at it with evil contempt Oh! Maple leaves,tell me why are you so pure? Why can't man alone endure his visible signs of ageing! So delicate are his emotions He used it quite in the wrong way I looked again and again to the Maple tree I could feel it beckoning to me Is it really craving to tell me something? Are my ears shut or am I shutting it? Is this some kind of a fairy tale for me to wish some childlike dream I looked around to feel the morning dew the cloudy sky and the mountain so high Everyone seemed happy and seemed to call me Oh! Maple leaves,is this what you wanted to tell Ít's now or nev...