Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A dry leaf

A dry leaf

Wind blows away far inside
thrust a dry leaf
fragilely fall to ground
as a stranger into our home.

Wrinkles make an impression,
aged or illness drops it down
a dry leaf runaway

desire controlled by wind.

Hand pickup & drops away
sometime led to dustbin
or where it swept from
to rejoin its journey by wind.

Footnote:

The picture above was captured by me on a dry leaf, but slightly under wet condition. The poem is related to home experience. 

16 comments:

  1. I thought its a downlodes pic till the tin I had not read your footnote...
    U r just toooo creative, both with photography and words...
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  2. This is one of my favorites of yours Jeevan. The beauty in a leaf...you captured it perfectly.

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  3. superb photograph Jeevan...nice post

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  4. Beautiful capture and your composition :-)
    says that all unsaid...

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  5. Every word in this poem is very meaningful, Jeevan, esp. this:

    Hand pickup & drops away
    sometime led to dustbin
    or where it swept from
    to rejoin its journey by wind.

    God bless you!

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  6. Lovely - both the photo and the poem! I love the way you are able to tie the image together with poetry!

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  7. That's a fantastic shot, Jeevan!

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  8. nice poem and photo

    thanks jeevan

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  9. Great thoughtful poem.

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  10. Lovely picture and it has evoked such wonderful lines in you!

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  11. Nice poem. Dry leaves may fall, but they decompost and mix with nature. Only things like plastic and silicon don't mix with nature.

    Destination Infinity

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  12. Beautiful image & lovely poem.

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  13. Anonymous5:33 am

    What beautiful words and photo.

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  14. simple and sweet...

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  15. Anonymous9:36 pm

    Lovely verse to describe an equally poignant image! I particularly liked the first stanza. The analogy of the falling leaf and a stranger at home is novel and refreshing.

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