An Evening Walk Poem by Gururaj B S

Out I come from my dwelling,
to take an evening stroll,
little do I actually realize,
how much life has taken its toll.

Entering into the greener fields,
all I hear are sober birds,
The very illusion of fields being green,
tells a tale than do any words.

A lone bare tree stands apart,
unperturbed by the surrounded lot,
a withered leaf comes rattling down,
disturbed, I fear not, by my thought.

I turn around to return and alas!
Where to go I've no clue,
all I pick is a fading aster flower,
to deliver a smile to you.