A Maple Leaf

I am a fallen maple leaf
a leaf which has a story,
A story about getting
faded with the lapse of time.

A story about changing hue,
from shiny green to
crimson red,
to the bright yellow,
to the monochromatic
dead and dry matter
I've seen it all,

I changed my colors too,
That's what I am destined to do
I am beautiful when about to fall
Isn't this the irony about you all?
my perished existence
I get controlled by
the swirls of wind,
Sometimes I am taken
to an unknown place,
while sometimes I am just laying there
depending entirely for an unknown stroke
of wind to take me away.

- Khushi Kaul