the smiles of Spring
they fell in the Autumn
dry and brown
dull and done
the fragile leaves
with no greener memory
frozen with times
and tempting fruits
their duties of green
they forgot unseen
the family of Tree
dropped them down free
the clueless bed
clubbed with dust and dirt
and trampled by
tasteless multitude
now broomed to bins
to be dumped in distant dims
to be burnt in the huge pyre
noone to lament, but only fire
fertile roots too forget them
firm trunk too unmindful
just for some time
poor poor leaves they lived
all their energies wasted
till the running of eco cycle lasted
nor did they knew
atleast have a clue
that they are spent up
that they are unwanted pups
that they are about to be thrown
that it is good night for ever
with never a dawn -stunned figures..........
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