The Swan Song of an Autumnal Leave

I never knew that one day, I will fall down

And merge with the dusty mud spread

On the earth; I could not feel the

Pulse of my own by ignoring the fading Colours of my green exterior; I

Overlooked the gradually changing

Direction of the winds; I unwittingly Considered myself as an integral part of the Tree, standing on its own and growing; how

Could I not realize my frailty in presence of

Grand foliage supported by the sturdy boughs

And the strong roots lying beneath the

Crust of the brown earth; I was blinded

By my own wishful thinking;

Oh! I was the poor maple leaf!

Once I was enjoying the company of tree’s Bark, slender stems, the other blooming

Red and orange maple leaves aplenty; I Danced with them, sang with them

And shed tears on bidding farewell to

Other falling leaves; even then, I

Could not visualize my own fall;

Future never looked so bleak to me;

While falling into oblivion,I rued upon the

Missed and miffed chances of being joyous;

I failed to catch the rhythm of life, which

Is based on the dictum, that every birth is

Succeeded by the inevitable death; nobody

Can ignore this eternal truth;

Falling from the tree is part of the journey,

This is the lesson I learnt a bit late;

I am a small maple leave, I too had to bite

The dust in my final hours.