Wind blowing under the dry sky
The sole Leaf tries to cry
Gone past three bitter days
Eagerly waiting for a drop of water
Openly begging with stretched palm, but-
No results – only loiter.
! !
Devoid of other’s thought
The lynching leaf wants to caught
The motherly tree’s nourished shed
At the wee moments of her life
Fighting against all strife
Stares towards sky above
Swift blows the wind
Heart breaks, fear loomed large
Now She’s falling down to the laps
On earth bed, after discharge.
