The Journey

 

On verdant leaf, a strange spot's birth

A tiny mark, of life and mirth

It spreads its hue, like morning dew

And turns the green, to yellow anew

The leaf, once full, now withers slow

As if the sap, began to flow

In reverse, a tale of woe

As nature's beauty, starts to go

The tree, above, with sorrow's sigh

Watches its child, begin to die

It weeps, in silence, tears of pain

For life's brief span, and fleeting gain

The wind whispers secrets, as it blows

Of life's transience, and nature's woes

The leaf, now yellow, starts to fall

And with it, memories, of life's call

*an AI assisted poem

What’s Packed in a Seed?

 

Strong bark, many branches,

Velvet soft or harsh buds and many leaves,

Smooth, fragrant and nectar filled flowers,

May be thorns too, but to protect them,

How all those are packed in a small seed?

Amazing!

But, to know what it brings that

shall be planted,

grow with strong roots,

span of time

and go through many phases,

to stand tall and reap fruits.

Sure, they give you

priceless breathing air

since they span their arms with love,

tiny green leaves.

Ride Alone to Win

 

One shall put all the efforts, ride alone

to hear many claps at Finish line.

Where Fair, Free and Justice is Found?

 

Not in places
where preaches, sermons, chants are common, 
Not under roof of institutions
dedicated to ensure,
But only one place where
Fair, Free and Justice
is found in,
dear dictionary,
please preserve those for
a reasonable time
to come.

Nature’s Treat

 

Dark clouds travels fast.
Oh! What a pleasant mild blow.
The dance gathering in, move a way fast,
is it a flock dance, but beautiful.
Clock yet to reach five.
Stage sky high, background was dark
where range of lights offered by the nature.
Wind catches the rhythm, tall trees in join the chorus.
Stage turn darker.
White beauties with slim brown body
fly in like a row of angles
moving around and around
quick and fast,
doubt any ballerina could do.

Oh, wind turned harsh,
clouds may be sad, in tears
sudden turn to downpour.
Where did those softy angels hide?

What a beautiful nature’s treat?
Cracked open thick nut shell,
set them free.
May be they are in their journey to grow tall.