The fallen leaf
had its glory before
its fate it has accepted-
it knows no grief
nothing does it implore
The course grains felt rough against her skin,
from hindrance to pain- it grew as she went on,
etching every name she knew,
each stroke a memoir of the time,
a remnant of the memories-
how her heart throbbed, how her mind churned,
how the pit in her was void once,
and over-flowing the next.
And told was she- not to remember these,
why bother when none bothered.
......
The course grains felt rough against her skin,
from hindrance to pain- it grew as she went on,
etching every name she knew,
each stroke a memoir of the time,
a remnant of the memories-
how her heart throbbed, how her mind churned,
how the pit in her was void once,
and over-flowing the next.
And told was she- not to remember these,
why bother when none bothered.
......
The fallen leaf
had its glory before
its fate it has accepted-
it knows no grief
nothing does it implore