I am a leaf
a dry beautiful leaf,
I am taken with the breeze
to my lovely dream.
The sky too supports me,
the breeze goes smooth,
I without any harm
go on with a lovely mood.
My veins get darkened,
they tell the story to them,
I'm 1year old, with a hope
going to a new place.
My home waves a goodbye,
green home, have left behind,
I am this beautiful leaf,
have reached to my lovely dream...
This is a beautiful poem, soft and smooth. A dry leaf leaving her green home, being carried by the gentle breeze to her dreamland... a somber thought, but why so?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem narrating a leaf getting matured leaving it's green home with a dream.