Jogging in the morning park,
Damp air greets my sleepy mane
I know not, why these
alluring blossoms by the lane
In its velvety elegance,
And exquisite softness,
shant enrapture my heart
as these withered leaves does
Why my withered leaf?
is it because we are so similar,
broken and unwanted
served the purpose, hence discarded

world deny a place for us
no one gasps at us with awe
never admired
Forever taken for granted.
yet we do crave
only if we could whisk in the dulcet air
levitating and caressing a maidens tendril hair
Or waft with the gliding wind
We peer at the way ahead
laden with innumerous dreams
but are trampled again and yet again
My dear insignificant withered leaf
we do yearn, don’t we!
Though momma tree has abandoned us
we are one among the specks of dusts
whose presence is never acknowledged

Is it because
you are utilized to make
delicate flower look captivating
indeed, everyone lovely
hangs out with obscure ones like us!
for their elegance attenuates on comparison,
we nay is envious, but sad,
Tired of this ignorance and disdain
to be discarded in trash,
like we never meant a thing
smiles are a facade
so are we, treated as a substitute
when the winsome flower blooms
forgotten, never to be remembered again
the passerby trampled you mercilessly
without a good word, nay knowing
how much you endure
Just to make thier path softer
Dear withered leaf , does your fellow leaves
Tell you, this is your fate
since you are withered, mine did too tell me
it’s my fate, since I was a girl, born insignificant
but we do never accept the fate
We write ours don’t we
my dearest withered leaf!
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does anyone else like the withered leaf?
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