Worry Not My Friend Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

We at our life's evening shall meet—
Together we two— brown old leaves,
Munch on old memories made sweet,
See, if the tree for us two grieves;
Meet we can't for more than days few
Lying prone in an earthen pit,
Never for the lost time shall rue,
And be when manure, loamy bit,
Help give rise to new life in it,
We'll cherish friendship's fecund feat,
Worry not, friend, we'll one day meet.
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Two leaves on a tree cherish great friendship, but can't meet. And they wait for the time they fall as brown leaves— the only way they can be together as one.
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Musings | 08.08.16 |