By William Butler Yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors […]
A metaphorical poem where life of an oak tree is compared with that of human.
‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun’
‘My heart is abondoned and I lost all my blooming flowers / Will the spring come again in my desolated life ?’
By Meera Uberoi The mulberry treesHave shed their leaves,The poplar trees are bare,The peach tree rearsIt’s splender spears,Into the cold […]
By Rekha Khanna पीला रंग चढ़ा कर जोगी बन चला हूंँहरा था कभी अब मोक्ष के द्वार खड़ा हूंँ लहराता […]
By Neha Afzaal I was falling down,Just like the autumn leaves.Then you gave me hand and picked me up,And I […]