The storm has come. Look there! It’s on the prowl. It will try to waste me; Transferring me from one place to another; Terminating all thoughts of hope, in my soul. The wrinkles, on my face, did smother.
People tread on me,just indignantly. That wretched tree has shed me, long long back. I weep at the corner silently; While again comes the storm, snatching the only corner. I am still living, still breathing, amongst this dead shack. I aspire for that self-the one which was my former.
That magnanimous giant is rejuvenated; The freshness is dripping like the morning dew; It is as if it had just mated. Only one work remains-All around I hover. Because to me, like a traitor, it slew. Look at the grace dominant all over!
Beware, yet, you ungrateful tree! Like a phoenix I will rise once again. I will again be on a graceful spree. The storm itself will raise me high, High above all, high over you. And reach the infinite limits of the sky, Surpassing the Mighty You!
I am student and my passions are ever directed towards the literary front. I love rhymes and do not love them,too! I want people to derive joy from all kinds of rhymes as well as free verse... hence, I write in both... Hope you'll enjoy these pieces of absurdities!
For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,
Leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown With a stiff wind soon on the ground Rustling, rustling A pile of leaves so neatly collected Beckoning me so they’re not neglected Rustling, rustling I jump I jump so gleefully