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A Dried leaf #poetry#review#Abhijit Once I was a tiny leaf, Under my parent’s arms. I was lucky to have a family. They guided me in journey of life I was about to embark. I saw my father work every day on the hot sun, My mother nurtured me dearly. As I grew, I made friends. That was the time when for me life made sense. One of my friends was a flower, Then she became a fruit. I watch in wonder the ripening of her, But then she was taken from me as a loot. A part of me disappeared that day, Into the abyss of sadness. Now her smile woke me in my dreams, And drove me to madness. And then one day a person came, With scissor in his hand. He cut my parents into half. That day I cried, until dew drops over me dried. As the humans smiled and laughed, While my soul died. Slowly and steadily I turned yellow, Withered and crumbled I was, But then I was happy for myself. Happy because I will find peace, Peace of death after all.