I saw it lying on the floor, <br />A dead yellow leaf in front of my door. <br />I picked it up, observed, <br />It looked pale and all my worries absorbed. <br />A tree stood high at the top, <br />Keeping guard at it like a cop. <br />The leaf I threw up in the air, <br />To diminish all its despair. <br />I noticed its paleness, fading, <br />To me goodbye it was bading. <br />But for how long could it fly in the air, <br />At last, it came back to the ground bare. <br />I left it lying on the floor, <br />A dead yellow leaf in front of my door.<br /><br />Kshitiz Arora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-yellow-leaf-on-the-floor/
