Hakimuddin Radhanpurwala Week #10- The Maiden and The Leaf

 Power is a very nuanced ideal. Originally I always envisioned power as a well-suited man leading corporate America, yet what ended up leading me astray from this belief was the simple, yet intricate journey of a leaf trickling down a stream near Alameda Creek. It held no authority, yet it moved with purpose, flew with pride, and carried forces greater than itself. It became a tiny piece in the puzzling surges of darkened blue. The leaf had given the river its purpose, a sense of individuality, a reason for someone to stop, take a breath, and admire the beauty embedded within the subtleties of nature. The leaf held a strength so great in a body so small. And for those few fleeting moments I rested my eyes and envisioned myself as a powerful voice within the sea of life. Drawing the wisdom and power engrained between the veins of this leaf, it inspired me to write this blog. 


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The Maiden and The Leaf 

By Hakimuddin Radhanpurwala


She struck me with beauty, such glamor in her smile,

The heart yearned for a closer glimpse of the maiden, dancing in style.

As her hair majestically fluttered in the autumn breeze,

The leaves whisked away from the tree, frolicking around her, mocking me.


I stood there in silence, for my emotions ran past me and entered my heart.

As the hope of a single moment with her allowed my feelings to impart.

A leaf had drifted across me swaying between my steps.

Its ends dwindled by sheer force of wind's effects.


And all the while, the damsel I reckoned myself with had disappeared.

The love I had hoped for, forgotten and sheared. 

Nonetheless, left with a lifeless yet alluring motif,

Which I placed so gently in my palm; the faded and lonely leaf.


And I trudged so solemnly, in the unknown trail I had come to find.

Knowing new encounters awaited me, leaving myself with a peace of mind.

But as the days had shortened, the weeks ran fast.

The months carried on, and the years had passed.


Old memories stayed silent, while new ones neglected to form.

But I went on with life, acquiescent to love’s norm.

And all these nights, amongst my side,

The old green piece, devoted to bide.


Through all my ups and downs, it remained a beacon, 

Shining rays of comfort as my uncertainty began to deepen. 

A silent confidant in sleepless nights,

A faithful steed in my daring fights,

A moral compass guiding wrong or right,

I trusted this leaf to never lose my sight. 


Although the maiden was a fleeting dream, 

A momentary delight!

This old green leaf, devoted to bide.

And I had found love in a most whimsical way,

Shaping my story, on this fickle autumn day.


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