Friday, December 17, 2010

Leaf


A gentle breeze touched the leaves of that large Oak tree on the hill side... He carried the fragrance of flowers with him..... you know............ that valley was full of flowers.
Breeze........is gentle for the young leaves.....they danced with him....... sang with him .......loved him ....... even secretly kissed him...

But for the older ones.... he sounded as a death bell..... may or may not survive...... death...for ever....

Once she loved him....danced with him..... sang with him.... was waiting for hours..... given him flowers and fragrance..... he enjoyed every thing.......

when weak and old...... he pulled her out of the life...

Rule of the nature..... old ones should give way to new ones..... but why ...? No one knows......no one asked..... no one told...

But at times.....he pulled young ones also.......he laughs......when each leaf falling down...Oak also smiled.....she knows she will get new ones......

We played....we were singing songs.....we were the children of the oak.....we grew up together...we fought....we loved....

but I cried bitterly...I know they will never come back....

For death is lovely dark and deep......

but why ...? No one knows......no one asked..... no one told...



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