The Last Leaf Poem by Rajesh Gurung

A zephyr’s whiff
Through a naked tree
Shakes the last leaf
To the ground where it was fated to be

The wind that gave it life
That made it shiver with happiness
Makes it strive
In its last days

As the defiant leaf
rests amongst a hundred
Others, in a sheaf
Of its kindred

I see how fragile
Life’s thread is
How brittle
Its realities

A man rakes the dead leaves
at the base of the tree now bare
soon the fire blazes
and the smoke sifts through the once safe lair