Fallen leaves
A withered oak leaf often weeps in...
Not for separation from the tree so much
As for the change in the eyes of the master
The leaf cared, nourished & pampered, till yesterday
Subject to trample and strangle of today
Not that its beauty has faded
Nor because its elegance has receded.
"Hey the withered, trampled and strangled!!"
Mocked the majestic oak each day at the fallen leaves
"I am the Victor, the master of the day
And you the silent onlooker....."
The fallen leaves wept in silence
Till the day when wind flew them to distant land
They declared " You are mistaken dear friend...
You have no clue as to what I can be"
I can make my footprints over the clouds
I can borrow the bird's wings to touch the sky
I can steal colours from rainbow for myself
I can reach the rain drops to sip water for myself
And when I die I can help another tree grow.
And You- my friend are merely a tree, a thirsty oak
Bound by myriad inertias of life
While I am a dream, I live for a dream
And can die for one...