AUTUMN LEAVES: TANVI GANDHI

The dry yellow leaf outside my window looks lonely
Alone - on a bare withered maple tree
Wondering at its incapability to be accepted
I gaze at it.
Admiring its beautiful yellow orange colours
Colours which are bright, gay, happy
Colours which were once like me
The winds destroy my spectrum of colours
Swishing the leaf off its secure hold
And like me it falls flat on the ground
Only to be trampled over.

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