the floating leaf...

That leaf , learned to adapt to the storms of the sea on which it was floating
floating left and right yet it adapted to float on its waves so crude and high , 
and not give in to its force as they hit it high,

leaf was carrying the ant on it...

from behind comes the ship with full force...
splashing waves and roaring high and carrying 100 people
moving in the direction of the leaf...
and ahead....

leaf bewilders on the ships size and its speed and it cries
that it is not able to carry 100 people .. it is not able to swim past in that speed
splashing and sloshing ...

the leaf will yet reach its shore..
was it as big as the ship.. not at all...
but it reached its shore with the ant ..

Atleast I planted the tree ...

Dont know where we come from and where we go..

for each one comes alone and alone do they go...

is it not the fallacy that we think that we live in groups..

that groups and the surrounding makes us happy or otherwise, 

each one ponders and wanders on their path, to learn or not...in their journey of life...

In life's daily matters,

I take false pride when I do some good by helping someone ... 

I dont know what is good or what is bad in the larger scheme of things as my view is myopic

and that what is done cannot be undone..

yet that fallacy of good I perceived that feeds my ego 

I create some friend and some foe 

based on our own perception are the images each has built in their own minds of being my friend or my foe  ... 

but in my biopic 

Atleast I planted the tree...

Who knows that some day who will sit on that tree .. 

a chirping bird or colourful chameleon  

or a passerby taking some rest under its shade

who knows that the rain water that tree beholds in its roots would water its neighbourhood and quench their thirst. 

for i don't know what shape that action will take 

but atleast I planted the tree.. 

Who knows that tree would cry on its lonesome standing.. 

who knows that the tree may have to stand the storms .. 

and bear the droughts and curse some more on its hardships due to some one who led it to its existence ...

was it the hardships that it bore alone which was making it modest and wise or was it its virute...

and how would it even know the blessing that the others gave to it for the calmness and solace it gave to them...

Who knows who keeps the count of goodness or blessings.. 

but atleast I planted the tree....

I dont know who 'I' am who planted the tree.... 

some day "I" will vanish like everyone else..

will that tree remain ? 

I dont know.

but atleast I planted the tree...