Coming home
Another poem spawned as part of a poetry workshop. The missive from Madurai was to write about home:
You - single autumn leaf,Cling stubbornly on.
Foolish, dry, withered and alone.
Is it pride?
Claiming the rights,
Of a season gone,
You outlive your welcome.
Does not the fate of countless others,
Temper your vain aspirations?
Is it fear?
Your gentle descent,
To join the silent masses,
Is assured.
Does the sight of decay beneath,
Tighten your desperate hold?
Is it greed?
The sap drains away.
Even as you shrivel,
You fight, beg, for more.
Does the scarce juice,
Make you cling a little harder?
Little stubborn leaf:
Depart, that you may arrive
Fall, that you may spring anew
Expand, that you may contract
The contagious rhythm of life.
posted by -rish at 6:32 AM
2 Comments:
Hi Rish. This is Anita from CF. we had met once in US. dont know if you remember. In any case just wanted to let you know the poem above is beautiful. the words evoke very strong imagery. smiles...
Rish, this is magnificent. It's brave and heartbreaking, and the longing resonates far beyond "home;" it extends to everything we hold dear and yet must relinquish as we go...
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