I Am The Last Flower Of This Flowering Season
i am the last flower of this flowering season!
&
I am the last flower of this flowering season
and my tree and the season looks jaded and tired-
there is none to take leave of
nor anyone to see me off
when the softest wind would gently snap my ties
with the slender stalk that dreamily holds me aloft
and send me in swirling descent
for a final kiss of the earth
at the end of my daydreams in light and air-
the nature's harsh laws have no mercy
once the youth and beauty evaporate in hours
between sunrise and set, unlocking frial bonds-
the tree, my bearer, seems to have no tears for me;
seems to treat all in philosophical silence-
let me fill the air and space with fragrance and colours
in the fleeting moments of my brief journey
before my hour is done!
&
----s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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