AUTUMN

          AUTUMN
 
As rains retreat autumn shows its colourful face
The breeze is cool,whispering to the trees   
They change their colours, so do leaves
Giving man a feast for his eyes
And joy for his heart,so selfless is nature.
Leaves fall  in graceful surrender Wind carries the fallen leaves far  away        
Birds flock together and disappear on the    horizon 
Nature changes gracefully,man resists every change
It gives up what is not needed with so much delight
But man clings to all he has and never stops seeking more 
Alas! man is  full of pride and fails to learn from nature.        
 
N.S.Ramesh 
(Poem )

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