The Frost Bitten Leaf

Written by: Mohammad Yamin

                        O last withering leaf hold on to the bough
Whatever be the terror caused by the lightning
       Whatever the ruthless winds may avow
            Your glory lies in waiting until spring

                The sun did not cross the barrier of cloud
To save you from the tyrant hands of frost
                       You had the gift of survival endowed
           You are breathing still, all isn’t lost

    Take courage, hold on, don’t let it go
     The earth may prepare the hearse for you 
Chilling winds may move you to and fro
  The gardener aiming to pick you and throw

That may be true but, if you break in despair
    My plea not consider nor my counsel care
The delicate young shoots then who will shield 
                  From the onslaught of the fierce and cruel wind