The quest of the Anchorite

Dewdrops on the amber leaves
saw dawn riding- on its wheels;
And heard was Death's quiet laughter
with the passing of the evening.


The Amber leaf had fallen!
Drawn by the vows - the Anchorite,
scanned at pain and sorrow,
like the fallen amber leaf - Death was his chapter, tommorow!

To questions set with such a force
he thought, and thought for answers
While he , in his questions - grew still and numb...
though, chirped the leaping sparrow.

Had he, heard the sparrow bird ,
or, the wind that blew in freedom;
He'd have stepped upon the hidden word,
that alone meant - enlightenment!!

The fallen leaf , he saw again ,
by fear ,unbothered; or by pain
and; shed of all his questions old
the whole mystery in a blink unrolled !!