A song of renunciation

An arid song

That the nature sang;

Through the cold sighs

Of the ocean waves.

‘A piece of art

The fall made,

Reversing the strokes

Of the orange paint;

Like an ascetic,

Abandoning mundane.

Though with shedding leaves

Its heart ached,

Yet it withered

In a cold frost flame.

For it has a boon for beauty,

But it also bears a cursed fate;

That it must surrender,

Whatever it claims.’

A song of remorse,

That the nature sang;

The autumn’s sacrifice

For the winter’s fame. 

- 'A song of renunciation' by Bhargav Patel.