The leaf shrugs off the persisting
chains
Farewell to parental bough!
Blows away with sailing breeze
Dispossessed, aimless.
The leaf knows not its solitary fate,
Destined to wither in some foreign
earth.
An Original mistake, not time enough to
learn, but suffer.
The wind blows away, to scavenge
another soul,
Stealing the vestiges of a happy
dream,
Suck the hope from the shivering dawn,
Caress with a cool finger, those warm
cheeks,
It flies hence.
Dispossessed, aimless,
Eternally unloved.
Rakanjana Sen
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