A Tender Leaf Should Know
Tender leaves are stroking me soft
by girish nair
at my rugged skin in place
getting torn - i see them fall
how many more to go by my face!
I walk a distance and I see a lone leaf
soft and tender awaiting to caress me more
but i should stop for a while and think of my face
it shouldn't be smoothened by taking a toll..
of a soft and tender leaf anymore.
I'd rather step aside and say goodbye
to the lone leaf that I passed by..
I have learnt to carry my scars by now, it should know
Why soften it again when it ain't a burden, no more
One tender leaf that I passed by should know
many more like me would follow!
One tender leaf I have hurt by now
By not accepting its open arms..
Tender leaf, oh you do not know
how delicate it is - the vine that you cling on
It is difficult for me to brush you by,
by not making you flutter - and you may slip by..
clinging onto me i may take u along
but not long until you realize
the vine that supported you is now no more!
you would try and resist me now -
the face you once felt you could touch!
Then you'd want and leave me by..
as yet another scar on my face! !
Tender leaves, I plead you now
to know well, the vine you are on
Decide how strong you need to be
to wash off the scars of the soldier who passes you by
for he knows the warfront well..
to realize how tender a leaf can get!
Your touch would knead a miracle or two
to the feeble one who can't uproot you!
Else you must let more vitality flow
to know the world as the soldier knows
for when he takes a decision, he well knows
the dire consequences it could take
But for his motherland he still stands up
cos if he wins, a whole land wins..
'tis for this danger that he gambles
and a tender leaf would still not know!
A tender leaf I passed by should know...