Leaf, little green leaf,
Shot with silver light:
When you dance with the wind,
you dazzle my eyes.
You droop in the rain,
but do you ever cry?!
I can't but delight, drenched,
in your rustling glee.
With every prayer, I ask
That I be born a tree
To have you adorn
My brown, scarred body.
6 comments:
Nice reading, simple and to the point...
Thank you. May I know who this is?
I would guess that its Karki.
Nice piece btw.... I liked the second stanza (or is it para?) especially.
P.S - what do your labels warp-and-woof and wubbles mean?
Yes, it's Karki. I figured it out after I saw Nepal-Bangladesh posts. :)
It's too complicated to explain. :P Tell you in class tomorrow.
oh yes... the beauty of the lib... finally SOMEONE has realised how beautiful it is...
and yes, gee! try sleeping on the foyer in front of the lib n look at the stars... extremely beautiful... :)
very well-written post- it's great if u can express such thoughts in such subtle but beautiful words... :)
@wini:
Aw. Fank you much. *fishface*
I'm glad you like it. What happened to those first trimester days? :)
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