My
Notion
SK Iyer
My notion -
echoed in green
leaves,
as the wind blew
the leaves shivered even in summer,
and asked:
"How warm is this life?"
A pale, off-white, colourless thought,
as nude as
my cognitive content.
Life -
fills its pipe with time,
puffs clouds of
smoke out
and asks to walk forward!
Green leaves -
you do not walk your
life,
firm on your stalk
till to be detached from it
by the same wind
you enjoyed,
to compose your future with the earth.
Learning lessons from
you,
my future will have delight in wisdom;
newer buds, newer leaves,
but the same old wisdom.