We all were once
green leaves
plucked by someone daily
some kissed us sweetly
then after the fragrance taken
threw it back intoa drain
to again
with the earth meet
for certain
some leaves are plucked
and made into tea
but many
like you and me
are placed in confined valleys
or drier allies
in water filled glasses
then just to be thrown
down the drain
not to leave
even a trace of memory
like you and me
you live still
but what of me
just another dying
autumn leaf
Life! Muse of mankind on earth! ! Living, Like you and me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
even a trace of memory..............brilliant......thank u......anjandev roy.
A leaf on tree cloth thee Cook food and serve thee Become glory of his being Serving in full commission Never did tree refuse her Never did tree abandoned her She was his and only his forever. A leaf is always identifed by her tree Be it green or an autumnal leaf She was, is, and will be forever tree's only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good thought provoking poem about just another autumn leaf.