Walking down a forest road on a autumn morn
Trampling on the fallen leaves all around
I Looked up to see their old ground
Leaves were smiling playing and dancing
I looked on in a daze, perplexed on their mystical ways
Don’t you bereave for your departed keen I queried
Unnoticed they kept on laughing and smiling
To my repeated query now they softly replied
Dear this is the brute way of life- one day we come-
Some other day we go
So bear in mind the purpose of life
Always to remain in the blissful state of mind
Before you join the dead leaves around.
Dear sir,
ReplyDeleteThis poem really very much inspiring at made me to think about life. Nice one sir, keep going