Fallen Leaf

A fallen leaf, dead and yellow,

Sitting beside its decaying fellows,

Remembering the days when they were green,
 
And waited for sun to sing and swing


Staring up, straight at branch,

Who once chatted over Sunday brunch

Memories flashed, once long lost

Birds and sun and eggs and host.


Soaring above the home that was tree,

An eagle flew and cried in glee,
 
The urge to rise and fly above home

Was so strong that it wanted to roam



Then a wave of wind came

Rustling the leaves and increasing the flame

The urge was there and wind an opportunity

It shrugged to others and left its sanity
 

High above the trees and sky

With the help of wind it flew and cried

Joy was there and there was pain

Understanding itself was its only aim


When the fallen leaf flew above the world

Saw the pain, struggles, happiness and gold

Its own beauty made it realise

Loving yourself was a trait of wise


Without love, there is no aim

Self and true love is better than worldly fame

Fallen leaf was now in a book

Admiring its beauty and its own crooks


A purpose in life at last it found

And instead of decay, it became proud.


The fallen leaf was fallen no more.


~ Raj Nandani



With this poem is a message very deep, read it till last and give me the feed.


Hello guys,


I am alive and all good. I have just completed my 12th and have embarked to a new and exciting journey of graduation. This poem is not just about a fallen leaf, its is about us, it is about us humans.
We all have tasted failures once in life and if we haven't then it might be coming in future.


At the times when we fails to succeed and the life satrts giving us lemons then we become the fallen leaf of this poem. Dejected and disheartened, we start to accept our faith and lose all the hopesof betterment. Well this is precisely where we lose out exactly.


Just like this fallen leaf amidst other fallen leaves, we must dream and hope and wait for the correct or right flow of wind that might sweep us away from our misery and bring about drastic changes in our lives.


I know that the opportunity might not come soon or the opportunity might not be enough to elevate you into the sky, but still the opportunity give you wings. Those wings may help you soar into the sky like and eagle or be on the ground like a chicken, choice is yours.

So guys wish me luck and read this poem, and suggest me anything which might be wrong!!

Adios!