Have you ever picked up a fallen leaf in autumn and left it in your diary as a bookmark...? I have...! The maple tree has embraced the colour of fire gifted by the autumn season… It conquers the eyes and invades the heart…! Slowly it strips itself and allows pieces of its regal dress to fall to its feet because it knows that every heart has its special pages loved to be read… And each fallen leaf wants to be the mute witness of that moment, marking the beloved sheet of paper to help a dream to come back from where it had been left, and to rest cradled among pages, in shelter from rain and wind… Not more a mere dead leaf, but a sweet gift of nature… it seems to be alive with pulsating veins of a well known hand whose fragile touch caresses the rhymes... I would like to be a fallen leaf picked up by you at the feet of a autumn denuded tree…! Amanush...
Where have you been donno if i qualify to ask that question.. anwy its been a long time i read your poems i liked this one aswell Take care!
hmmm...its tough to find words to qualify as a compliment..so i better leave it this time! Reps if i can btw..we dont have maple trees in India..wish we had em..i would've definitely used a dried leaf as d bookmark..hmmmmm
hi amanush, excellent stuff from you. you are the shining star of IGT. excellent,keep going keep writing. reps for you. regards, Souman
And each fallen leaf wants to be the mute witness of that moment, marking the beloved sheet of paper to help a dream to come back from where it had been left, and to rest cradled among pages, in shelter from rain and wind… these r the best line.....too good
