Us And Them!

                              Us and Them!

The elusive little frond,

Alleged loyally to the sprig,

Tenacious in its feat,

Against the colossal wind.

 

Disheartened by loss of others

And muddled, to live or perish,

I’ll breathe, it decides,

Facing the dreadful squall.

 

Tempest’s just the paramount qualm

We folks being the subsequent,

Crumples confidence in one belief,

The nature doesn’t pluck by will.

 

Surviving uncertainties it rears,

The hues then begin to fade,

Yellow! You might someday see,

Just nigh to its deathbed.

 

The hoary foil loses its métier,

Couldn’t endure this final gale

Bids adieu to the long-time friend,

And reunites with the other late.

 

They’re family is immense,

No kinship relations though,

And alone we turn to ashes,

Drowned into the endless deep.

 

Living unruffled for countless years,

They mature living together,

Irony that we texture alone,

Yet there’s a sundry ‘we’.

 

Never must have ever transpired,

‘I grew fanatic of you’,

Disbelieve if it doesn’t arise,

Amongst the very us.