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The Bodhi Leaf

The Bodhi Leaf

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Phew!

Feeling relieved after a day's work?

Aren't you?

Aha!, but wait.


Do you ever have that smile, while talking about your passion?

Have you ever felt genuinely happy while working?

Have you ever worked late night with full enthusiasm?

Do you still have that satisfaction even when you fail?

Have you ever dropped tears for your passion?


After all, you cry for people.

Sometimes you cry, when you miss a place.

Even at times when you get pissed.


I have this weird habit of fearing about death,

Without doing what I was intended to do for this life of mine.

This maybe the after effect of finding what to do for the rest of my life.

I started crying more for my passion than people.


My body makes a melancholic or hell with that biological term - metabolic emotional drama - crying.

When ever I don't have a direction of where to go, or

When every single thing happens just the opposite of what I planned.

This passion thing burns throughout my body in and out.

When life shows me the reality, which is actually a deeper shit.


I cry for a piece of hope, that can rebuild me.

So that I can fight for my passion even more stronger than before.

Maybe, everything I did before was a mere attempt that doesn't suffice,

And I'm yet to live the same until my last breath.


I sat on a small wooden bench as I was crying profusely,

After a while, I chinned up to wipe my tears.

I could see a leaf falling from it's branch,

Down, down and down,

As it hit the sticky mud ground with a noiseless thud among other leaves.


I hope, the other leaves might have fallen weeks before.

Some leaves half emerged while some get decayed with the mud.

Biologically thinking, it may have turned into manure,

For the massive tree, the branches stretched like the birds wing in the blue Sky.

Then realization hits me hard, bang!


I could totally relate it with the fall of the leaf to the fall of me.

Even, the mighty nature falls to regrow into something more beautiful and strong.

After all, I'm a mere dot in the lap of the nature.

Maybe, this universe holds the answers for everything we seek, in advance.


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