Vinita Sahu

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The Desolate Leaf

The  leaf fell from  the tree,
Sad and dry,
Who would fend it?
It started to cry,
A passerby saw the desolate leaf,
Got near it and stood to smile,
He stooped down to pick it up,
From the sandy tile,
He gazed for long,

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