The Fate Of A Fallen Leaf Poem by lalitha iyer

do you think a fallen leaf is sad?
the passerby sigh
oh the fallen leaf has no life.
the mother tree shrugs
no more hugs, not mine you are.
the poor fallen leaf dusted self
and looked upon the specks of mud
that gathered upon her breast
once upon a time, she felt
she was at the top of the tree
and haughtily she looked down
at the earthy things, clay and dust
oh, they are too ugly to be gowned
she shrunk from their sight
and unfriended their thoughts too
now, as she lay upon the dust bed
she felt the warmth of dust specks
how could they love her she wondered
after all she had shunned them when she shone
upon the tree top in the glowing sunlight
and breezing sweet wind
now, as she lay destined to die
her fair weather friends all deserted
her beauty and love, all titanicked
she looked upon the specks of dust
with such wisdom and heart of blood
oh to be touched by the hands of dust
to be kissed by the earth so loving
life is real grounded to rest
she licked them with true spirit
reality, oh reality, weeping hard
thou are wide open at nature's silent yard.