Wilted Leaf

A fresh leaf is exposed to hotness, As summer has kissed the tree, Green water is evaporated, Leaf has straddled in scorched path, Oh, the fire prince is meditating, No fire or no sun is burning, Only wilted leaf this is, But waiting to regain greenness, Tumult is produced by people. Wilted leaf is frenzy to meet, As spring will come one day, As rain will drop nectar soon, Sagged branch invites more, Sagacity will be achieved, Surely now a pothole is found, To enter and perform austerity, Very secretly water is flown, Blown wind has fathomed, The frequency is revived, No more wilting will be seen. Orison is offered to recover, From erosion of natural agents, This is not immolation, This is not also isolation, A deep austerity is performed, For gaining power and wisdom, Although this leaf is wilted, This has owned nature of course, Fire does not burn it at all. Many say, oh you, you must see, Fire sage is performing oblation, Sacrificing himself in summer fire, But fire is calm and not burning. © Kumarmani Mahakul,27 May 2018. All rights reserved.