Lines on the leaves

lines on the leaves

I write my lines on the leaves.
Green unhurried serene
I have painted a new world
I recognize, accept, respond
to everyone the same way,
open, I don’t have a special corner
for winners and losers.

Everyone can write their stories,
with, without honour
like flowers, fruits.
blooming at ease, for some time
I live
failing, falling with brown leaves
all inclusive
with the same calm I learned from the Sun,

I rise again, in every budding moment
anew afresh, with the evergreen breeze
no words, awards, judgements
as I draw the lines on the leaves.

© supratik 2017
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Love this one for it’s simplicity and delightful concept. Very nice Keith


A very original poem – well written. I really enjoyed the read.

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