Tuesday, November 25, 2008

16.The Tree

Don’t look at the fallen leaves
Don’t think I am dying,
I am only regenerating myself.

As the autumn advances,
I’ll shed all my leaves
And stand still in introspection
Watching days and months go by.

When the spring arrives,
I’ll have a new green cover
Pleasing to every eye
And home to chirpy birds.

Change is what I’ll strive for
As long as I live
Hardly does it matter to me
That I cannot move from the place
Where I am rooted.


R. Ramesh said...

woww..quite motivating boss..thanks esp i was a little down with my fmly away in india and me alone in sharjah..great blog..pl keep it up..

Aviral said...

your poems are like wine...they keep getting better with time!

nituscorner said...

that was very encoroughing....

skylark333 said...

Good Poem. And I am noticing, your Blog is getting new visitors! Congrats.

ya said...

Ida Scott Taylor once wrote: Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.