Leaf's detach - Poem

 

Slowly I fall from the sudden breeze like kite

I detached myself without knowing

I plummet and saw the height

This far I came without acting 

To this

I start slowly without wished

Slowly when I reached a point of expectations 

I find I was selfless while the holding staff

Became selfish half

Now it let go for itself

Now I fall and wrinkles in

My colour change to black from green

Not red as the blood which came when

- i detached but I now nothing

Just a another set to pile

While I wrinkle,

I find the memories in veins and 

Those little small remaining life in me

All those wounds I try to hide

And healed is set

I wither and slowly lose my shape,

- colour, and every thing I had.

Now I'm unable to eat and cook 

Fell on place to die so let me sink

And became one of the soil