The Leaf..

Last Night I again was starring there

exhausting myself to stay away from that..

But sometimes eyes are not curbed 

Betraying my soul to repeat set oftentimes..

The Falling of Leaf ruffles me so hardly

as it's the direct reflection of loosing optimism..

Receding from the avenue of buoyancy 

Fabricating suspicion in my head..

Thought it was Autumn 

and my heart is still anticipating for some miracle...

& That's the Eastertide

Giving a glare in my eyes..

As it crest of remoulding the hunch of folks

and the only groove to restore firmness...

The Leaf which has left its locus 

Rejuvenate to make that locality green again..

To cure in enduring me 

and to those tiny warblers..