Autumn arrives,
The leaves are falling,
The clock strikes,
Time is sailing.
Few are the leaves left,
And they too are dry,
Can't impede their fall,
How hard I try.
Drop of every leaf,
Makes the vision clearer,
The end is not far,
These days will wither.
The leaves are countable,
Soon they will fall too,
And I will be bare,
And I will be bare……
feel gud to post first comment on yr blog...a genuine poem depicting the emotions of a graduating guy.......i will b bare.....most touching, keep on adding
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