Story Of A Fallen Leaf Poem by Sanjukta Nag

After the end of winter
Spring comes into sight
With a green flag
And a sky of sunlight…
While I am a fallen leaf
Laying wrinkled on dusty ground
On the demand of the wind
Sometimes flying around…
Crossing the bridge
Over a swift flowing river
Crossing the ridge
With a feel of chilly shiver…
Trees are clad in new leaves
Coloured with shades of green
In those melodious song
Cuckoo’s glee is also seen…
But this withered me
Is cruelly cast aside
By the happiest newborns
From spring’s joyride…
There were good days
I also danced and sang
Like these flowery trees
When spring’s first bell rang…
Now I’m a dried soul
Thirsty for a drop of water
Knowing life’s truth that
Nothing can make me better…
“Farewell, my earth”
This is what I must say
By the law of nature
Here comes my last day…