Dry leaf in dead state <br />Fallen down to intimate <br />Nature is legitimate <br />Even if we like or hate <br />We should see its taste <br /> <br />Fallen leaf got isolate <br />From all its mate <br />And from its soul mate <br />It looked so abate <br />As though it’s the fate <br /> <br />Wind made it rotate <br />In dust to integrate <br />To make it vitiate <br />With lot of irate <br />But leaf kept temperate <br /> <br />Whatever is the date? <br />Or even if it’s too late <br />Leaf never got irritate <br />Nor it made a negate <br />Instead looked motivate <br /> <br />Feels like it got irrigate <br />With winds slate <br />And all its berate <br />That leaf had ate <br />Without any debate <br /> <br />It moved in mud estate <br />Like doing a ice skate <br />That looked so great <br />Which we can’t rate? <br />Neither can we relate <br /> <br />Leaf gave nice narrate <br />Of how to make elevate <br />In state of insulate <br />By doing silent meditate <br />It made a new create<br /><br />Kranthi Pothineni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gate-6/
