Leaves Of Life Poem by Shakira Nandini

At the point when the leaves tumble off the branches
The leaves evaporate and tumble off
In the wake of shading the products of the soil
Hungry leaves become yellow
Don't have a clue about the mystery of harshness
Any individual who tastes the leaves spits
In their breath they awaken
At whatever point I contact the leaves
They recount stories while flying noticeable all around
At the point when the followed leaves tumble off the branch
When do yellow and old leaves endure?
Regardless of whether the leaves are of any tone or smell