Monday, April 6, 2015

'They grow on me like leaves...'*

They grow on me like leaves of a tree
They fill me with youth,

They fill up everything,
But when they fall
Like dry leaves
They make me look so bare,

And then they grow again,
They change shapes,
From light green to darkened one,
They change,
Sometimes they take colors of flame,
Sometimes they become hectic,
Sometimes they are so supple,

And they fall,
Dry and dead,

Luckily,
Leaves grow again
Much like
Words.

(* based on the poem 'words' by Kamala Das. The title is taken from the poem)

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