Fallen Leaf

Fallen leaf is strolling on the street being run over by cars one after another being trampled by pedestrians frequently still lying on the street in the lonely world neglecting all fragrance and mirth of life Fallen leaf which once adored the tree is now of no where, the past is gone not to come back why not spring come again and again, rather it will be assimilated with dust The gardener would have been delighted when it was seen first on the tree as the leaf grew up, tree cherished it up as if Cherub sitting on its branches The leaf then strong to face heat, light, sun, rain, thunder and shower buds, flowers and fruits played on its lap life embedded with all ecstasy slumber slink to its future, when it is no more required The world consists of the element which are required otherwise thrown to assimilate with dust.