As I ponderously strolled on the leaves..

to hear, as they softly crunched and rustled.

From an unmoved sapped branch..
at the fore, a leaf parted and tumbled.

And in the still oblivious air..
it cruised, it whirled and it ambled.

Oh!! Then a Hiatus….

I paused to hark for the sound..
it made to halt and rejoin.

The wailing brethren on the clod..
but it lost its way in the traffic’s gridlock.

Gazing at the trees devoid of virescent hues..
pondered I, “Wasn’t it A Fountainhead..A Home!!”


~Monika Ajay Kaul