rahul mandal


Alone


What shall I become when I will be gone?
Loosing myself in thin air; but alone,
Lonely days are so hard to endure,
Watching this world all by myself I abhor.

One evening; I sat by the lake,
Carefully listening to the birds chirping
But in the crowd,
Leaves were falling from the trees lay huddled,
Jealous wind blew them further;
Some in the water,
Some scraping on to the stone,
One on my feet came crawling by all alone,
Torn body, dying out of breath she said
'What shall I become when I will be gone? '

Took her in my hand walked slowly towards the tree
From which she had fell,
Raveling them one by one searching for a place to paste her,
Thousands of leaves fell and I lost her in the crowd,
Upon my face was a smile
As I yelled her name aloud,
Her name echoed back in my ear
Leaving me befuddled!
Laughter widened my face
Watching dead leaves on the ground lie huddled,
Wind blew them again and I further laughed,
Her name echoed back again and again
Only she didn't know mine!
Watching this world all alone I was just doing fine!

Submitted: Monday, June 16, 2014
Edited: Monday, June 16, 2014

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