I saw it lying on the floor,
A dead yellow leaf in front of my door.
I picked it up, observed,
It looked pale and all my worries absorbed.
...
Sitting under the moonlit night,
I wonder will there be any light.
The constant ticking of the clock,
The unloading of the ships at the dock.
...
A Yellow Leaf On The Floor
I saw it lying on the floor,
A dead yellow leaf in front of my door.
I picked it up, observed,
It looked pale and all my worries absorbed.
A tree stood high at the top,
Keeping guard at it like a cop.
The leaf I threw up in the air,
To diminish all its despair.
I noticed its paleness, fading,
To me goodbye it was bading.
But for how long could it fly in the air,
At last, it came back to the ground bare.
I left it lying on the floor,
A dead yellow leaf in front of my door.