There was a time,
When I was up there,
Whispering to the moon
songs of silence, stories unheard
Beget a ray of merry laughter
in her pretty, shy face
There was a time,
When rays of gold
fell upon my face,
I smiled back greenly,
shared a warm greeting
There was a time,
when I often ponder
how it feels to be down there
far flung, unsheltered yet,
happy to be free at last
Never did I imagine,
a free, lone leaf
to be beaten back, forth, hollow
like a broken kite string
Amidst a thousand wails,
of my fellow fallen leaves,
mine is nothing but
a drop in the ocean
Facing a death of silence,
I couldn't but wonder
There was a time
When I used to be so naive.
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Author:
Aradhya (
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Oooo another little gem. So many layers to this piece. Great stuff Aradhya
thank you so much, for your kind words saxon!
This is deep, layered, and thought provoking. It can be applied to many ideas: a comparison of youth to maturity, the coexistence of Nature and Humanity, the difference between freedom and incarceration. Loved some of your phrasings: "a death of silence," Whispering to the moon," "smiled back greenly." A lovely poem. Thank you for posting. - Phil A
thank you so much for your kind words, and taking a moment to notice and understand my poem! so very much appreciated
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