Palette Of Colors Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

Surroundings are mine
Bronze amber leaves
Tumbling in the wind
I feel like a leaf
Never attached to tree -
No need to let go
But gently released,
No desire to control
The forces of the wind; .
Separation is an illusion;
So, I never cringe
When crushed by unsuspecting boot.
Sitting in sheer stillness
Encompassing all totality;
Resting in ambiguity
Adding life with vivid vibrancy
To my palette of colors
To paint the residues of me!