Sitting By The Window Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Sitting by the window, I see leaves nodding their body -
looking at the ground, they share their moist stories
dating back so many years -
when you and I were not born.
How do the leaves know so much although they are so young?
You asked me once.
I look at you,
you look at me -
the leaves look up and down,
flutter their wings -
and fly away far and wide
where our eyes will not ever reach.
Sitting by the window, I see leaves maturing into adulthood
so soon!