Fallen Leaves Poem by murari sinha

even-then
after so much disaster
i can save some fallen leaves

i become greatly devoted
to the grief for you

the stream also complies the night

i go to put on the lamp
with the soil that is brought up
within a unbound fountain

i can see in every dropp of tear
casts anchor the domestic boat

would the pink letters
also fall down
when the cold-wind blows

there has been
so much storm
so much rain

wouldn’t any history of them
be penned down