AN AUTUMN LEAF
Came a gale, harsh wind blew n those attached leaves, one after another fell
Fresh crispy green leaves slowly to pale yellow turned, as died each cell;
Some even dried, when to the ground they fell; sadly with the new ones they couldn't gel.
Gathered they were in a heap by someone n burnt; said they, "it felt like hell."
Now new ones, take their piace will soon, to replace them, awaiting the tree is for spring
Even our human lives are like this circle; childhood adulthood n old age, form a ring
When young, joy, enthusiasm, quick action into everyone's life we bring.
But as older we grow, to our kids, siblings, to our dear ones we wish to cling.
The tree then has to shed us, like it does, an autumn leaf, which is no longer green.
Burnt, burried or put to dokhme nashini we are, to keep our Earth clear n clean
Because our planet should remain clean, to do this most people are keen.
O Lord Ahura, request You I, to make this whole cycle easy, peaceful n serene.
Armin Dutia Motashaw.
