Catch the Falling Leaves!

                                    

I can now see the blue sky

Through the naked branches high

While the metro train scurries past

Upon the cold tracks above the trees with a blast.

The roads lie camouflaged under 

The thin blanket of brown wonder!

Leaves, that have descended on the ground; 

A phenomenon seen every year this  time  around!

The morning traffic looks light and dull.

As the wind blows without any lull

The leaves continue to fall from the trees tall

While I wait to go across to the tea stall.

I’m blessed to be standing under the cover 

Of high grown trees that steadily shower 

The ripe leaves at this time of the year

On this stretch of the road from here.

This city grove of several decades is a gift

From the magnanimous souls of green amidst 

The mortals that had no due care

For nature except their material share.

Catch this splendour from a corner 

If you happen to be an admirer 

Of simple beauties that give great joy

Even where drudgeries of life seem to annoy.

A leaf collector appears pushing her cart

To gather the fallen leaves in this part,

For they cannot decay where they’ve grown.

But, these huge trunks stand all alone.

Those that once caught sunrays first

Are now ready to be one with the dust.

They travel to their last destination

To be part of the regeneration.

The trees around look bare and dry

Basking under the sun up in the sky

While the cold winds blow one last time

Without any vigour of their prime.

The road is now free to cross over

And I advance to walk in a quiver.

But, this spectacle is etched so strong

That it'll remain in my heart all along.

29-02-24