Not Alone Poem by NRUSINGHA MISHRA

Standing at the foot of the hill and looking at myself with astonishment
Color transitions have taken place from green to orange with a significant shift
Mind wavering between green of the past and soon to be forlorn
Ornaments that I felt proud of will be totally gone
Many friends not long ago came to enjoy fruits I gave them as gifts
Even some creepers adorned my side with lovely flowers
Cool wind coming and sending chills in my spine
Taking ornaments slowly away from my body with direction from Divine
Patiently waiting for the white fluffy stuffs to come and fill my body
Will make me look like a shining giant in the lonely field
Although transition will be difficult I feel the boon
Look every day at the sky, clouds, sun and the moon