Poetry Talk

New post from k79aushik

Poetry Submission

An old leaf parting off –
I can hear the sound as it detached.
Or was it the sound of a new one generating through my skin, with which I'm still attached?

A part of my bark that I shed,
Reveals the fresh juicy thing.
So I'm at loss –
Am I getting old or
Evolving to a new being?

Deeper my root runs
Through the stony ground,
More wanderers I can see around
Resting under my shade.
I don't mourn the parts I shed.

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