A frog sitting on the lotus leaf;
Surely not the frog Prince from a fairy tale.
Our reflections mere shadow, overshadowing;
Now a tale of priceless memories.
Deeya Nambiar
Category: Reflection Poem
Tree
“My greens turn yellow
As some of my family
We fall and get carried away
somewhere in the garden
We are there…”
Tenacious little petiole
Held together, what once
Was a charming leaf
That fell off into my arm
The same afternoon, I chose to sit under its tree
Reminiscing one particular day from childhood
Where I fell down with a cup of ice cream
And my father called it my tree.
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