Geetima Baruah Sarma

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30 may 2013


The cold wind knocks,
And the dead leaves fall,
One after another,
And the tree stands revealed.

A song of sadness flows,
Through the solitary branches,
Feelings of loss and destitute,
Alas! No leaves to swing and smile.

The season has arrived again,
And solitude reigns all around,
I feel sad,
When I look at the fallen leaves.

The wide green leaves that,
Once adorned the huge tree,
Are now brown, scattered, lifeless,
As they lie beneath the bare tree.
[Published in ‘Buzzle’ on 30 May 2013]

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