Poetry Pleases: Effervescence
Divya Kumar sends us a poem from India about... Ah, it is up you to take your own meaning from these thoughtful words.
In the summer time
Under the gulmohar tree
On a symmetric cement bench
A raw mass of words lay unspoken
Only to be swept by the autumn wind.
Earthly colours erode with season.
And life goes on.
The green leaves dry and rustle against the earth
The wind blows,
The sun tilts its orbit
and the seasons change
The new turns stale
The wheel gets rediscovered
The young grow old
And the world gets smaller and time moves on
And life goes.
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