Someone is coming?
Usual game of the dead leaves.
I fumble and laugh...
Now no one is there around me.
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Prabhakar.
A beautiful poem on how you enjoyed walking on dead leaves. Sometimes one feels to be alone. To be with nature, to watch nature as it changes its colours and vives. You have finished the poem in a very nice way. Thanks for sharing.