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The Last Leaflet

Contributed by Aswin on Sunday, 30th August 2009 @ 02:27:27 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

The Last Leaflet

The way my life believes in me,
Is the way I believe in my life.
Though it’s hard to turn back,
As life has moved its slide.

I still sit wide awake,
Staring at the last leaflet of my backyard creeper.
Its seclusion seems more decisive,
Waiting to get itself moved by a sweeper.

It looks at me as I glance at it,
Its yellowish attire was fading pale.
I kept my eyes on it for quite some time,
And it moved as if I’m in a fairy tale.

I stood up and stalked towards it,
It was out of my reach and too weak to control itself.
Its heart must have leaped,
But for it, I was deaf.

And within a fraction of second,
It couldn’t bear the breeze and hid.
It cut its last bond with its mother,
And landed on my palm as a dozed off kid.

I could feel the dew drops,
It was lax and cold.
I could see a creation of nature,
As dead but I kept myself quiet and bold.

That day I went searching a graveyard,
And dug a hole for the dead leaf.
I was paying respect to a nature’s creation,
I cried for it but for me it was deaf.

The gentlefolk there stood and laughed at me,
They declared me as idiot and insane.
I looked up at them for some time,
They couldn’t understand my pain.

I buried the leaf and went away,
I sat on my armchair looking at the creeper with high spirit.
I don’t care whatever people say,
I’ll wait till the next spring for a new leaf and a winter to bury it.

-By Aswin Suresh

Copyright Â© Aswin ... [ 2009-08-30 02:27:27]
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Re: The Last Leaflet (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Sunday, 30th August 2009 @ 07:35:16 AM AEST
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So very sweet & empathetic. . . nice write! elle :)

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