A new leaf,turns yellow fast
in chilling grief,a landcape so vast
Clear at the touch of dew drops
it holds itself in a clutch,its breathing stops
Its stem so small in this big world so bad
hinders them so small,adores them to be sad
And so the last leaf withered away,shut its hopes down
it had nothing left to say,nevertheless it came around
That leaf is now a tree..a grown,self-confident one
and she is standing with a voice,and can get anything done
Author notes
Hindrances cause sorrow..but getting past them is an achievement...a victory over this narrow-minded world
Anagha-Nataraj
what do u think of my poem ?
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brilliant pen
That leaf is now a tree..a grown,self-confident one
and she is standing with a voice,and can get anything done
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thank u !
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