To a Leaf
To a Leaf
Leaves of myriad hues
You may feel loved when
The tiny droplets fall on you.
You may be waiting for the
Finest touch of due drops,
That lets you reawaken.
Till now, you were like a
Nightingale, singing of
Unrequited love.
Now to the fullest
In your glowy greeny youth
Embalmed by the snowy due.
Alas! For brownish leaves,
Its a nightmare, when drops
Accompanied by the Zephyre
Its slightest touch let them fall,
Fall upon, without being glued again.
That's life! For one it's a dream;
For else it's a nightmare.