Just a little Chinar leaf the tree had let gone, fell like a teardrop at their goodbye.
Over the roofs, the multicoloured heads of caps and scarves, over the houseboats and the stone bridges on the river it flew.
Urged and pushed and led away by rain, storm and hail it slipped, slid and fought its way through.
Roam it did, among men and beasts, in curious places and haunted hills, with dust and dirt, sun and breeze.
Never, neither for once nor for ever did it lie motionless, and sigh its uncountable regrets and - no!
End? What end? It knew end was far and never thought of what could, or could not, would, or would not happen... or not happen, in the end or not the end...
Years, maybe they were just moments later it fell into a cackling stream who asked -
"Where do you want to go?"
The little Chinar leaf said, simply -
"On."
Welcome to the world of poetry. beautiful and mesmerizing poetry. take a bow poet! :)
ReplyDeleteI really liked this one, especially the ending. (y)
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