The Leaf You Say
The Leaf You Say
Through her veins
percolated the water,
through mine, I received hers.
I would see her sway towards me
when she fluttered in the august wind.
Through her greens', she colored her love,
through mine I radiated hers.
In this monsoon,
I would sit on the very end of the branch
soaking both of our share of rain.
She hid behind the mangoes
barring me to see.
In our ways, we romanticized the yellow,
satiating our desire for a union.
The loyal ties to our roots,
the forlorn summer days-
ours was a love distanced by life.
In dismay with approaching autumn
I urged to die.
For my life kept us away.
So for the one last time,
I saw her through the dew drops-
her faded green draped around her shrunken surface,
she revel the distance, and embraced the tree
but to only fall apart
pulled off the green, to break it down
into hues of brown.
And autumn they say,
brought less love and heritage 'the end'.
So I fell below the Mango tree
on whose end she lived green.
She too came to my dead.
And in a senseless beautiful world, we met.
An association of twosome fertilizers-
our death, our home.
Romance more red than the Spring's
Chills, colder than the winter would have allowed
and livelier than the sunny day
Our world coming into one on that lifeless hay.
And when the cold autumn breeze
rubbed apart our heart
the leaf you say,
fell on me to stay.