The green leaves that begin to sprout today
Will grow bigger each day
They’ll dance to the tunes of the whistling breeze,
And merrily to their right and left sway.
As they gaily sing the songs of their life,
And day by day turn a little gray,
They will eagerly wait for the call
Of the soil down below, as and when it may!
As the Winter sets in
Their youthful life will begin to end.
The boughs and the branches will leave them quietly,
The earth beneath will beckon to befriend.
With whispers of good bye from above,
They’ll fall to the lap of the mother earth
And merge with her in eternal love
For the next journey, who knows, of agony or mirth?
Dhaka
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06 December 2017
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