The tale of two lead
The tale of two lead
Wind blew amidst the east
With the very pleasance and ease
The cool essence of this air
Touched the faces with joy and glare
Not just the faces,
which grim ear to ear
The " dry leaf " , the wind chases
And moves on with least fear !
The leaf has its own story to tell
It meets the wind from heaven to hell
Once , this dry leaf
Was a fast friend of a tree , I believe
The tree was its friend , O divine but fake !
The leaf suffered , shattered and shake
One day , the tree quaralled
Left the leaf alone , snatched the emerald
Now the leaf separated,
" the tree was a slut " , said the leaf
Oh ! It was the big tree that I hated
And had no signs of glee and relief
Leaf had an ode to roads and streets
Away from the tree , meets & greets
Sat calmly with a stones and pebbles
No joy left , like that was , in the Aesop's fables
The wind blew again
But couldn't blow away the grief
As if it was invain
"Wish I could see the worldly vista " again said the leaf .
A man with a steady pace
Walked through the streets , with elated pace
Never looked down in pride
Crushed the leaf , in the garbage side
The melancholy of the leaf was unbearable
Separate the soul , but never a friend , my dear !
This is deep thought , valuable
Two friends ignites the lives , when kept near .