Sunday, March 29, 2009

Found texts from the past

Today I found an old notebook of mine from 2001, full of poems, notes, queries, worries and disjointed scribblings.


A leaf falls as a
Person cries,

For the dying season
For the closing year.

The tears fall on the
Fallen leaves,

That shudder for an instant
With the promise of lie,

Then wilt & die when
The tears have dried,

Tears for the dying season
Tears for the closing year.

The passing and ageing
Of another twelve-month,

And like the fallen
Dying leaf,

The person falls & dies
In his ageing grief.

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