Life

When winds had robbed him ,
I asked him then
Don't you have any complains with the winds ?
I had seen, when flowers were falling
and the leaves defoliating
You were silent and looked unmoved
When the birds were changing their nests
Weren't you silent even then ?
He replied slowly , it's not that ,
I don't feel like asking them
not to leave me ever
But the love in their eyes
leaves me wordless,
I don't cry that I don't overshadow the warbling
coming from the far.
And thus I keep alive the memories
of singing and dancing and laughing aloud
For me Autumn is not the end of life
It's just the preparation for the coming spring.