The Fallen Leaves

When by her solitary hearth she sit,
As she watches the dead leaves trip,
She stares at them while they were dancing wind,
And oh! how beautiful it looks twirling around and spin.
They retain to them a contented aspects,
Relish themselves even in their days of reckoning,
Given nature her ethereal looks,
Preserving their innate beauty,
even in the end.

And well she thought to herself,
if life could be the could be the the same,
Dancing ourselves in the stormy days,
Humour ourselves in the darkest hour,
Cause life change, and chapter begin,
Her melancholy strain alter into a hopeful,
Enduring herself in every tragedy,
She revel in every cloud of gloom,
'Cause leaves will sprouts and flower will bloom.....

-Khushi Kaul