autumn's arrival

 The beaming hot daylight,

Falls on my young face.

I see the Banyan,

Losing leaves.

I hear them rustling

As their lifeless bodies fall

Onto the giant grassy floor.

 

Suddenly I remember,

Of what was lost.

Suddenly I remember,

Of what was long gone.

 

The wise Bargad whispers

Her sweet soulful song,

Of impermanence.

Of true love’s eternity.

Of transience.

 

I hear her lovely lullaby,

As she sings to her baby leaves.

I see the mother mourn,

As the breeze wipes her tears.

 

The wind chants

Of love.

Of acceptance.

Of hope.

 

As the beaming hot daylight

Falls on my face.

I wake up now.

-Manya Singh Patel