Untold Story 11 (Sky N Leaf) Poem by Indranil Bit

The morning of the summer and a tinge of yellow,
Amidst the sheds of patchy white,
Is the color of mine,what color do you hold poor leaf?
She smiled and opened her eyes,
A vintage green contrast yours! Sky.

Brown and black are not so dark,
When I robe it passionately on a monsoon eve.
Come thrashing on you! Poor leaf, speak.
I douse myself patiently, my friend,
In the deepest green you have ever seen.

The white and blue, I cherish in joy!
Where are you leaf? Prepare to fall?
The brightest yellow like the pious Sun!
On every branch do I stand firm!
There I am, sky before I fall!

Sky is the limit, pure in its form,
And not a tinge at the hinge to dirt my robe,
When winter snails in, where were you? Poor leaf!
Red n yellow n purple n brown- name a color, sky
Who has seen such a riot before? Look down sky!

Crimson in the brightest glowing shade
Have you ever seen me in autumn? Poor leaf.
Beware sky! The forest fire blooms on full moon,
And I will welcome you in the slimy green carpet,
Where my meadowscan sway in wind!

The sky and the leaf
Thus they fight, thus the shy, thus they adore,
Not only blue, not really green, no mundanely hue,
A limitlessness color where the sky is limit
A simplicity of green brings new in you.