This post is dedicated to my friend Mounika, who gifted me a leaf long back.
I found a brown brittle leaf, pressed between-
the yellowing pages of my old music book.
A leaf, which is a frail memento of love,
A leaf which has a story engraved on its veins.
We sat together on the same stone bench,
Surrounded by trees that touched the sky.
You picked an yellow leaf from the ground,
And gifted me as a token of love.
You then said,
“Even in autumn, it takes a long time,
For a single leaf to fall from the tree.
I have enough time for you that I can wait,
until all the leaves fall from this tree”
I placed the leaf securely between
the fresh pages of my new music book.
It slept there, untouched by me,
till I forgot where I had kept it.
Suddenly I got up this morning,
dreaming about that leaf of yours
I shook and scanned every book I owned,
In search of my bright yellow leaf.