from wisdom to freedom ...

Bodhi tree of the Autumn.

Buddha was sitting with his eyes closed,

under the not so intense branches.

The wisdom was waiting to fall

as one among the withering leaves.

‘What the f**k is he doing, sitting here?’

started thinking

a crow on the tree.

If withering is wisdom,

then flying is

F

R

E

E

D

O

M.

,..

Reviews

[Claire in VA]

I like the ending...the wording and it's shape.
Very clever.
Claire

[Swaroop Manikandan]

Thanks Claire :-)

[Haylee Nikkole]

Extremely thoughtful and creative!

[Swaroop Manikandan]

Thank you Haylee for stopping by and the review...

[priya]

short and perceptive. I wonder how you manage to write such thoughtful poems. :)

[Swaroop Manikandan]

it just happens :-)

[priya]

:) wonderful.

[Ayushi]

Nice ending Swaroop ..
Great write :)

[Swaroop Manikandan]

yup... thanks :-)

[Namrata]

Yes ! FREEDOM ! LOVELY INTERPRETATION.

[Swaroop Manikandan]

:-) thanks Namrata for being free

[Eve Ola]

its sweettt. yeas then flying is F R E E D O M ..:)

[Swaroop Manikandan]

continue to fly :-)

[Matching Socks]

Very nicely penned my friend.

[Swaroop Manikandan]

Thank you Anče...

[escherflight]

Ha ha. I like it. 'started thinking' is a bit Yodaesque. The philosphical comment and shape of the poem are cleverly managed.

[Swaroop Manikandan]

Thank you friend for the review :-)