In scorching summer the trees behave like human <br />They call by their shadow made with the sun <br />And the leaves <br /> And the petals <br /> And the wind <br /> And the summer-cool freshness <br /> <br />A traveler rests a little while <br /> On the grassy bed <br /> Before his long journey <br />L e a v e f a l l ...... <br />All on a sudden he remembers his mother’s adorned hands <br />In a sweet reverie he can feel her warm touch <br />And discovers him <br /> On her lap <br /> Where the whole universe rests<br /><br />Tapas Baidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lap/
