Looking at the window,
I see you, all alone , among others
all are growing up, but you are spending your last day of life,
Heavy rain, storm, sunshine ,
every weather that passes by you,
You are waiting for your end to come
like a human, you are spending your last journey like a corpse & you look like an ash
Everytime I see you,
You make me feel of some pain
that you want me to take some heed on it
But I am unable to reach you,
You are in anguish of something
that cant be seen by eyes
but can be felt by heart
Each day I go deeper&deeper; inside you,
your pain is felt within me
Your voice is trying to reach me
but everytime, I hear your echoes of weeping
and I am still again
Last night of heavy storm,
made me afraid of your existence
as I went to see you
you were not there
You were gone
I left the place ,
&
"Your pain still remain a mystery for me "
The poem is about a leaf, its being noticed by someone sitting beside the window & it wants to say something which is not reachable to the person. Similarly the leaf can be compared to an old person spending its last day &its; thought is not within the reach of anyone and h/she remaining all alone till the journey of end.
Sad, old, loneliness, last day, pain