The Fallen Maple Leaf

An old banyan tree is lying beside the lake,

And in the corner of the street, intoning,
It is difficult to guess how old it is!
Because of its young maple leaves,
As if tenderly inclined to the stem,
For greater safety to survive on roots,
The leaves fell in the shade of the water,
Nothing is contained on the calyx.
The flower is lively, dog-ark, and deep,
To attain the new hopes of life in the shake,
Visitation condoles the pain.
 To relieve from the scorching heat of the sun,
 Glittering and dancing on the waves of water,
Melting the ice from the fallen meadow.
The butterfly and the Tse join together
To share the sufferings from the foes,
The woodcutter and the parrots make holes to live,
On the nest to build inside the leaning bay.
The old tree doesn't know how to cry,
Or to assuage the pains that have stirred most.
The pecker finds nest and pries into to catch,
The rats to capsize the hay,
Everlasting growth inside the bark of the tree.




The poem The Fallen Maple Leaf' is the symbol of past, present, and future, where the tired passersby stop for a while for having comfort of cold shades and to assuage the sufferings of hunger and thirst.
It carries the history of past events. It helps people to give shelter specifically the street children stay at night and pass their livelihood.