Morning Dewdrops

Drip of dewdrops

Shining pearls on fallen leaves.

Mist screens autumn sun.

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Like Autumn Leaves

Words wish to fly away.
Like those dry leaves
on an autumn’s day.
Words that have dried up,
Have nothing worthwhile to offer any more
By way of solace,
Or advise,
Or for that matter comfort.
 
They were once full of life!
Coloured in hues,
Rippling with energy,
Growing inside the head and
Springing forth from lips.
 
Burdened with my melancholy,
Today they are unwanted.
Dry, yellowed with my stale dreams
They simply fall away;
 like the dried leaves in autumn.
 
In their final hours,
They only wish to be blessed
With a tear or two of someone,
whose heart it may have touched once;
Like those dew drops at dawn
On fallen leaves of autumn.

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Autumn heralds..

An Indian autumn;

Shiuli flowers lie scattered.

In air, winter’s clue.

Heralding celebration

Of woman’s act of valour.

Note- 
1. This tanka refers to a popular and important festival celebrated in autumn in the eastern part of India. The festival is a celebration of a woman Goddess's brave fight to destroy evil forces.This is the time when the bold/brave facet of women is celebrated. 
2. The shiuli flower is a beautiful flower which is also referred to as the night jasmine. Typical of the autumn season, it blooms late in the night and falls off from the tree in early dawn.
3. Clue/valour has been used to imply hint/bold. 

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