Dusmanta Choudhury
Falling Leaves
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Falling leaves are rolling on ground
Dreaming of their susurration found
Loving eyes in their sprouting time
Sylvan abode has poured the rhyme
Played with moon & played with sun
Summer breeze and winter snow on
Took often the lead and were so led
Brings light of the past,how is faded
Soothing was the voice they heard
When they sang to welcome a bud
Still they have no pain in their hearts
In long secret hours they made arts
Fluttering & twisting they spent time
All the merriment in heart's rhyme
They looked before & after a moon
In their own green to dulcify a tune
Blamed they none for what they are
As wind deflowers a tree in summer
Never do they pine for what are not
As now their live's world is wrought
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