So many breezes! As I exclaimed
Why it is so? My father asked
I don't know I said
Find out the reason if you could!!
Out there I sat experiencing the cool breeze
As I watched the dry leaves falling down
Then it occurred to me as to
Why winters conclude with more breezes
But when I looked at a falling leave
I wonder how trees are not possessive
They shed old leaves with no pain
And bear new ones with no praise
Then I looked at the Neem tree
Standing majestically in front of my house
It allowed a branch to shed leaves
Well in advance and start flowering
The other branches stare
As though they do not care
Why it worries me when I miss something that I like
Why I long for praise and recognition?
Why can't I be just like a tree?
Yes I am possessive and hence not free
