Leaves In The Rain Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Those slurping sound of leaves
As the first runnel runs down
Pulling them along its way;
Sticking to mud, turning over
And over, settling inside ditches
They turn from green to gray;

From the faint whistling of wind
And dark clouds loitering as
Monsters to melt and fall;
Needle pointed leaves with newly
Formed veins make their moods to
Leave the fronds to take a stroll;

Away from the womb somewhere
In the flatness of a tilled field
They fall silent, curled up,
Soaked to the last vein, breathing
Tales at the root of grasses, with
No strength to rise up.