The Last Leaf

                                                               


On a random day

In the spring of a child

I saw a tree filling  my cheerful existence 

Those were the days when my smile reached my eyes

I relished in the petrichor of rain,

The drizzles , the bustles, and hustles of seasons

And in the epitome of a spring morning

Its leaves brought joy to my senses

But ,

It could no longer bear the falling standards of my spirit ,

The  essence of my childish acts

Turned to be the insecurities of my blooming years

 And soon it turned into scars of my ripeness

  The fruits got bugged

The leaves lost its colour

I waited and waited ,

Until the day the last leaf fell from the tree

Announcing my autumn….


 

 

 

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