In autumn, leaves fall down
to the gutters, rivers and pools.
Then, the naked tree sighs-
at the loss of his ornamental dress.
Some leaves fall on the terrace,
which are later removed by the broom,
along with twigs and bird droppings.
Some of them swirl into-
the public tanks, blocking-
the passage of water in the pipes.
Food for the microbes and earthworms
most leaves become; and there-
were some which made its way
into the naturalist’s potions.
A little girl picked one fallen leaf,
She pressed it inside her book,
and stacked weights on it until –
the leaf shrivelled and dried
to expose its veins and heart.
The leaf had started to give off
a little knowledge, when she-
showed it to me, pasted in her scrapbook.
When the doors of the rain open,
The scent of newly spaded soil erupts,
And none of the leaves are to be seen.
True, all leaves are buried, in the-
sands of time, except the one
owned by the little girl.
Blossoming Soul 
Very sweet and poetic 🙂 and very true… Everything gets buried in the sands of time 🙂 Good msg 🙂
Thanks, Sowmi, for the comment.
Happy Onam Netha….Nice thought
Wish you the same Bibi sir….Keep blogging…..
Nice one Netha..:)God bless!!
I just went through your blog today……each one is a masterpiece! Really refreshing to read.
UR AWESOME…………………..
@ Swati,Thanks for the comment.Come up with great posts..@ Aishwarya,Thanks for reading my blog..All my posts are based on the stupid thoughts that come to my mind..None of them has risen to the level of a masterpiece..
@ Krishna,Ahem….I hit the ceiling..Do keep reading..
Sad but inevitable, the little girl's leaf and even herself will be buried in the sands of time……