NISARGA

Thought of being disowned took a grip;
The familial ties were about to break;
Abscission about to take its toll;
I began my journey, my fall.

Once I had a grand family;
So many of me, fluttering free;
At times, a few guests came in;
At times, some came to stay;
A joyful bunch, a heavenly escape.

Then, granny thought of letting me go;
I was old, not a lot though;
I would be replaced very soon;
I would not, he wouldn't know.

I am mid-way of my fall, full of disgust;
I was at the top, now would be lower than a shrub;
All of a sudden, I gather the thought;
I realize the purpose, It means a lot.

The law of life, is the rule of life;
The fall was cool and the view was nice;
The shades change from green to dry;
I have long back, sighed my last;
The peace within, I was the cast.

This poem is about the fall of a leaf from the top of a grand old tree. Initially, when the fall begins, the leaf realizes what he is losing and this fills it with disgust, but mid-way of the fall a realization strikes and it comes to know about the greater purpose. Change is permanent. One must come, and must go.



Girish (11th April 2009)