A Hitch Poem by Subashini Ravichandran

all that sketched,
streaked and painted
my life,
as i know it
have fallen
like the leaves
that wither
in the autumn wind
leaving me forlorn
like the tree
that looks life less
and bare
I wonder why
the gallant leaves,
my own leaves
have been swept
away from here
or do I stare
at the splendor
of the golden sky
and the carpeted land
that smile humbly
and wait unwearyingly
for the season to change,
for the leaves to spring
and bring back
the sense of bliss