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The leaf that does, forever, float

At the whim and fancy of each wave,

Does it ever, I often wonder, Ashok

Think of drowning or the need to shout, “save”.

I fancy not, O Enquirer

For, it simply lives its life,

It’s a leaf, it knows, and not a bird

Fly it can’t, and so, must play the musical fife.

Lying on it’s back, as it were

The Sun, the stars, and the shining moon

All, in view all the time,

The music and dance must be fun

Dark nights too, a part of its life

As the Moon goes a hiding somewhere,

An unknown tryst with a lover maybe

Another admirer, someplace out there.

We’re all assigned a role, you know

All actors on some stage,

The tree, the bird, the mountain top

All from the Book called Life, each a different page.

The leaf, too, does toss and turn

With the slam of the mighty typhoon,

To then be assuaged by the gentle wave

Peace, in its floating cocoon

And, when it’s sailed the oceans

From shore to shore a million times,

Filled with memories sublime, divine

And some, with the out of step rhyme

It knows, soaked as it is lying on its back

Drenched, to the very core,

Some are destined to the bed of the ocean

And some, to the other shore

But, you only get what is destined for you

When time rings that alarm,

Why worry about that final “ring” now

And cause oneself, avoidable, harm.

So , as they say, idiomatically, folks

Take a leaf out of this “Leaf’s” book,

Look ahead and at the skies above

And, surround yourself with love.

Even trying times know they must end

To the Will of God we must all bend,

Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Volcanoes,

Asteroids With smiles and more, let’s fill the voids.

Keep prayer on your lips, O Kaafir you too

This is no time for blasphemous shout,

For, we well know that, in your heart of hearts

You are, for sure, plagued by Doubt.

Let’s take this Covid 19 for now,

Let’s vouch to work in Unison,

All together of one heart

A battle we must, and will win

Like, the leaf charmed by the waves

An amalgam of memories, good and sad,

That is just what we all are, no one different

All happy, glum, crying and glad.

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