One Leaf,
In touch with leaves of one Branch,
Spends whole of her life in oblivion,
Oblivious of leaves of other Branch,
And leaves of future and past,
At last Fearing at her departure,
Falls on the ground, gets assimilated,
Runs through the veins, the trunk,
Reaches to the tip of a Branch,
To born again on the tree, The God Tree.
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