I don't seek the love from you
and the recognition too,
l don't want somebody to weep on my death
I need nothing from you
I need nothing from the sky
I don't want to boast myself
I want to keep away
from the fashion trends of the society,
I sit by the mango tree,
a leaf falls down I see
with the ethereal muse of the breeze
and ready to merge in the soil,
time, a leaf and my life.
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Lovely poem. Higher life type of feel