Dry Leaves Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Dry and yellow leaves fall from the tree,
I trample over them
And hear a crushing sound from their heart,
They seem to accuse me with their broken heart,
"We may be dry,
Still we are very much living in our own way,
Don't you hear our painful cry when you mercilessly walk over us? "
I feel extremely sorry for my cruel behaviour,
Suddenly I listen to the call of the green leaves,
It's an energetic and clear call,
But I refuse them
And decide to stay with the dry,
As I have learnt a great lesson from them.