The leaf

Roll over, roll over, roll over,O ye leaf

You can't be green forever.

Fly away, fly away, fly away in the breeze

If you can't keep clinging together.

Look below, upon the grass blades

You can't shout while you fall

lest the blades get disturbed

from their dreamy pause.

Lie quiet and still on the ground in the dark

Shimmer with a share of dew at dawn

help an insignificant life cross the pond

If other leaves smirk, let them scorn.

You now lie apart from them

They, who were so indifferent

You now lie free and in peace

From the insensitive mortal acquaintance.

May you enjoy the company of your solitude

And some golden splashes of the past

May you have no desires, no gratitude

But just a content silence to last.

Reaching the plains

There was the usual chill in the air that day, but it was also accompanied by a friendly warmth.

A tourist travelling through the hills and valleys once exclaimed in a shocked voice,"It seems I've finally reached the plains!" A fellow tourist asked how was the journey so far and he replied,

"I had started right from the deepest valley. After much climbing, I reached the mountain top. But as I was descending, there was a bridge right in between, connecting the descend of the mountain to this plain, avoiding the underlying deep valley. I took the bridge, but I don't know how it came there."

"Maybe someone built this bridge so that other travellers don't drop down the deep valley in which he fell."