I am approaching the autumn of my life
Can see my teeth, hairs and shoulders fall
The cycle of life does not even spare
The strongest of men or the Pine so tall.
Some day my soul shall be blown away
My bones shall join the mud and clay
My ashes might fertilise a new corn
I continue to live in a different form.
The leaves turning yellow and crimson
Are blushing and falling for the fruits ripe
Trees wear a white shroud in winter season
God takes away the old cloak in a swipe.- Vasant Khisty
Like old age the leaves turn beautiful before falling . What it leaves behind is tree laden with Apple , peaches and nuts. As a man leaves this world he leaves the fruits of his deeds and wisdom. Man never dies. His soul moves on and his body fertilizes a different form of life. This life is never ending.
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Write commentsdear kisty bhai very true . your all poem have give some massage and meaning . regards and all the best for new poems , rakesh
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