Life is a leaf this winterA Poem by MYSELFPenned something after a long time, Just wanted to express though was not able to but still tried and its wierd that i wanted to express to reduce pain but got motivated to strife back again.Life is a leaf this winter The springs were blooming, the summers were fine Then came the autumn and its end was the time. The winters took over and it started to snow, The leaf started falling and withered with the
freezing blow. Someone showed me a leaf, a leaf fallen in snow, Frozen to death withered from its oak, For when I looked closely it reminded of me How life can be so similar to plucked leaf of an old
tree.
Reasonable enough was a question to arise, Was my life in comparison to such a small size? For there are many moods of human life, Like the season which decides for a leaf’s life.
The spring describes the merry me, The summer a little strife, The autumn a struggling life, The winter a frustrated vibe.
It seems the time was the mastermind For it decided each seasons time. The leaf that I looked upon, Its life had just been GONE. Frozen was its vein, Reminded of its ending pain. The water in the veins froze to ice, This took the little leaf’s own life. So were my thoughts freezing inside me, Making it arduous for me to breathe. Confused about, is it me that froze my thoughts? Or something I did, that brought this odd? But as I looked at the leaf I realized, This leaf shows the phases of my life. The different seasons, the different endeavors, For there is so much I have got over. May be its not the spring but autumn, Still I can strive to go back to the bottom. For human life gives us a chance, To turn the seasonal lag and bring back its charm. The spring might return in place of winter, As life passes through this splinter.
Who knows you might get ploughed in a field, To
not only live but grow to a tree.
© 2015 MYSELFAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 9, 2015 Last Updated on January 10, 2015 AuthorMYSELFJaipur, Jaipur, IndiaAboutWhen it comes to telling about myself, m always in a state of dilemma. I am often confused by the different sets of people who have judged me differently and have developed versatile kind of thinking.. more..Writing
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