Leaves Under The Trees - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Those leaves laughed at me
When I sauntered and swirled around thm
Only to walk in circles
Remember, to go nowhere.
But that is exactly where I wanted to be.
It was a great feeling and place you see.
When you are nowhere, thoughts stop
And draw a blank.
It no where I wanted to be.
But out of that vacuum came the trouble.
I stopped sauntering and wandering
And the leaves started laughing again.
They did so because they knew my state.
My fragile state of mind was also my pleasure.
These leaves understood everything about me.
They took pleasure in mine.
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