Now I am rocked in the air <br />By the winds of death and despair <br />Rushing to the burial ground <br />Whereon wait the ash-strewn mounds. <br /> <br />Not long ago I was a budding leaf <br />Sipping the wind of joy sans grief <br />I would laugh at yellow chaps <br />Greeted their fall with thunderous claps. <br /> <br />Hallucinating that I and pyramid are alike, <br />Which a storm of death would fail to strike. <br />But slowly time painted me yellow, <br />Not unlike my long lost fellows. <br /> <br />At last my blinded pride <br />Wayward coz of lack of guide <br />Sees that neither joy nor pain <br />But death is a life’s lasting gain. <br /> <br />Dr Hitesh C Sheth <br />30/08/2009<br /><br />Dr Hitesh Sheth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-swan-song-of-a-falling-leaf/
