[A poem by Mr. Samudrala Harikrishna titled ‘The Falling Leaf’.]
No bell rings
No chime it hears
No signal whatsoever
It knows its stay is all over!
Each has its style
For one an airy swirl
For another, a breezy nosedive
A loopy motion for the ever-active!
The leaf drops
Dried to the last drop
All emotions worn & withered
An entry unheralded, an exit unnoticed!
It lies in the shade
Now Fodder for the spade
Grown Beyond all gain and pain
Trampled, yet unmoved and unshaken!
What started all Alone
Now a gentle Hurricane
It’s Autumn, just right on time
The Falling so Stoic, the Losing so Sublime!
