Maple Leaves
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 never???'
As yet another leaf fell
I felt not remorse but gratitude
for the Maple tree's wonderful lesson
For it being non-existent
you could have still heard me grumbling!
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