The Rotten Leaf. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The rotten leaf cried a little
That I am bound to burn myself
When he comes with a basket
Then will collect me in it
For burning in open for the heat
Together for the ash as a fertile manure
Seeing the plight of the rotten leaf
The new ones from heights laughs
You are a waste at all then why you worry
A chance to get a best funeral pyre
Where you will be burned and saved yourself
The life that have already spend with us