She

She has fallen 

from the branch

like a dead leaf

and dried to be brown 

and waiting 

to be flown away 

by a whizzing breeze.

Her days were musical

like a nightingale

she danced like a peacock

with distended tail feathers,

she bloomed like lotuses 

proudly and gracefully.

She accepted every up and down,

every smile and tear 

every prize and criticism

positivity only to remain happy 

and peaceful like the shore of a sea .

She turned every page of life 

like the flower blooms

from its bud delightedly.

Now

She has fallen 

from the branch

like a dead leaf

and dried to be brown

and waiting 

to be flown away 

by a whizzing breeze.