Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
One chilly morning
Sunrays illuminated
The divinity
In the graceful death of leaves
Cherishing autumn’s love-gift.
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Note: The poem is written in Tanka style with 5-7-5-7-7 syllables in each line respectively.
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Autumn colors are beautiful and morning sun-rays glistening through them is mesmerizing. You have presented it so brilliantly in these lines! And the underlying deeper thoughts they convey is superb.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jyoti. :) You could say I was inspired by a poem in Gitanjali by Tagore.
DeleteAwesome 😊
DeleteIs the nature trying to tell us that even in death one can be graceful with the touch of divinity?
ReplyDeleteOnly 4 lines and so much of thoughts as reflected in each word that is chosen so well!
Thank you, Anagha.
DeleteNature tells us a lot of things. :)
Ah! the divine rhythm of life and decay.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Love it.
Thank you, Arti :)
DeleteLovely poem celebrating a beautiful season.
ReplyDeleteO is for Oya
So much said in so few words. Delightful.
ReplyDeleteDeath is but a new beginning
ReplyDeleteYes, Arti. Thank you for reading. :)
DeleteLove that takes the forms. Nice one. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, P :)
DeleteIt is a beautiful sight to see the autumn leaves. Weekends In Maine
ReplyDeleteThank you! :) I have a special love for autumn.
DeleteWow so few words but they put forth the description so well.... I love autumns and springs... They r the best seasons :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ira. :) My favorites too.
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