Freefall

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.