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A soft
touch, light but cold,
A chill
passing through the murmuring leaves-
All await with a flaming glow
To meet
the end of their days.
They
spiral down post a blowing kiss,
And clad
the earth in an auburn tinge.
Yes they
are lost and strewn around
But still
exist in nature’s lap.
Soon the
cold might bury them deep
And gone
is the sun, the sultry heat.
All that
is there is to wait for a white sheet.
But look
the smiles – they bring to children – still!
Piles and
piles created to play;
Adults too
steals some moments away-
Framed or
just lost in pages somewhere.
Love, they
feel right till their last day.
Caressed
with love by the whispering wind,
Kissed
deep by a season of a kind;
Autumn is
here and they are falling away,
But soon, like
a phoenix, their home will see a new day.
-Vaisakhi
Mishra
