It is difficult to define life. It has different meanings for different individuals. To me experience is life.
Monday, June 10, 2013
FALLEN LEAVES--POEM
1.Cloudy sky singling much needed rains,
Sitting on a bench, feeling relaxed free,
I’m wondering if the heat wave will go,
With the lashing winds and swinging tree.
2.Suddenly winds pick up a menacing speed,
And turns into fierce and revengeful dusty storm,
Blowing everything on its way, tearing branches,
Uprooting trees and scattering leaves of every form.
3.Do these tree lament over the fallen leaves,
As humans fight to save their dear ones in vain,
Do these trees cry over the broken branches?
Or simply look forward to life emerging once again.
4 Such questions often remain unanswered,
Why dying is must before life begins anew,
Why suffering is essential before glory,
And why cross leads to crown but after all hue.
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