A yellow leaf is falling I thought
Till from near the ground
It flew back as a butterfly.
Across the Mithi river flowing to Arabian Sea,
It looked on the mangrove trunk
Like a piece of mirror reflecting the Sun.
On return, I placed it as white crane
Then turned from skywalk westwards
To see the suburban train, moving out
Like an earthworm with a purple strip
In the lower half of the body:
Living things and mechanical
Get interchanged and life's riches
Are now comprised of both?
How can it be same? One feels, and other does not!
Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-and-things/
