That Falling Leaf

A dry and browned leaf is just about to kiss the ground.

A gentle touch of love and care was the only thing,

this leaf was deprived of but it never relied on a much known fact

that those things are rare to be found.

Today, when it got friendly disconnected from the tree.

It lost its all hopes, joy and growing spree.

Somewhere it may have believed that 

there will always be some thing which will set its soul free.

But it never wanted such barren life,

rather it never left any stone unturned to thrive.

It looked at every gentle touch, caring hand.

As if, it may be that desired gem, capable of bringing back its lost vibe. 

May be, the disposer had laughed at that time,

not by knowing the unforeseen future but, 

to see the extent of insanity of that life.

Nobody is going to show love to a dying leaf;

until it start living itself by loving itself,

this is something which helps to add up the charm.