Spring Poem by Birbal Singh
Spring
I am clinging to my life
like the last
leaf
clings to the twig
fighting fierce west winds.
Not to survive eternally,
Or to evade the inevitable
But for just another glimpse
Of coming Spring.
A verse that goes deeper than what appears on first reading, a wish to survive even just for the next precious moment.10+
a very beautiful poem! a beutiful imagery! " But for just another glimpse Of coming spring." - a very beautiful answer.
A refined poetic imagination, Birbal Singh. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 11:32:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
like the last leaf clings to the twig fighting fierce west winds... very fine example and a noble theme. thank u dear poet. tony