A Life To Leaf

Once upon a dark night, 

There stayed a leaf. 

Rotten, alive, burnt, raped. 

It was unconscious for years 

While people came & went stepping over it for it was invisible. 

Invisible to this world wearing glasses of selfishness. 

I was blind, so I could see it well. "are you okay?" to know the spicy battle it dealt with. 

We as pedestrians have a habit of buying free spices from people's pain so that we can add it on to our antique dinner. "I am fine," she says because I couldn't soak her pain, of course, I am not a hairdryer. 

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p>But, for some glimpse, I wanted to feel what a hairdryer does. 

My hairs found them lovely when they kiss them like warm strawberries. 

As an attempt, I did it to the leaf. 

I thought it would kiss me back, but it disappeared into ashes. 

I cried and tried to call her back, but it didn't. 

Slowly it whispered the song of tears in my ears- "love is what I found, dead enough yet astound, you enlighten my soul making me whole".

I erased every word of real noise to listen to that virtual melody because attention is what she seemed & attention is what I gave.