It’s a true fall
Unceremonious and unannounced
Gracious and the softest
Unshackled of all the bonding
Bereft of the belongings
Breakeven at the barter
The life whatever so far
Has to be let off the same way
A tree lets its leafs off
For there is always a rise after the fall
Sun kissed and dew dropped
Nascent and naïve to
Green with all the sheen
Color like never before
Life is never just an equation
Of a relation it carries behind
To let go and to start afresh
Is what is LIVING A LIFE
without wax
Ash
ashokbbalakrishna
WITHOUT WAX 
April 20, 2020 at 8:24 am
I love the poetic whispers that says more in rhythm of a rise and a fall (or the fall and the rise) in two sequenced facets of life’s expressive self….the dancing growth of a new leaf with dreams to bath in sunshine or the rustles of the forsaken leaves that still keep the wishes of playing with the autumn breeze portray life in the canvas of life…in living it….lovely read indeed
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April 20, 2020 at 9:46 am
Thank you for this poetic expression.. 🙂
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