Neem Leaves

My bedroom window
commands a bird's eye view
of the neem tree:
the sacrosanct leaves
nascent
endowed with freshness
transforming colours
from pink to light yellow
light yellow to green
the upward motion
towards the sky
well-nurtured
the scorching Sun
the torrential rain
the shivering winter
can't stop the growth
of the gentle leaves
growth, a way of life
journey continues unruffled
I have the glimpse
through the window:
the dancing leaves
carry forward me
to an island of silence
I am gifted with
the pure oxygen
I am tempted to live!
the greenery full of love
you have guided me
you have consoled me
even though I am not able to know
I am feeling my growth
after I see you...
the pleasure of growth:
inexpressible.

by Kishore Kumar Das

Comments (2)

Gary, I could feel the chill as I read this. The pace and the rhyme were perfect. Provocative too. Kind regards, Justine.
Another great write Gary a poem with a great amount of depth. So many men have perished to conquer this vast waistland. Cheers Sylvie