Narinder Bhangu Poet Free verse

After the Fall

The last leaf of my backyard tree,
rotated and floated 
while falling on the ground
as and when, it broke
from the branch.

It mingled with the pile, 
of the dried garden grass ,
disintegrating apart,
its everything, then
into a raw ball.

With the elements galore
the moisture more and more,
with organics of choice, 
it made a fertile bed
that was of soft soil.

Then again,
the first leaf from its seed 
fluttered and bloated, 
while sprouting out 
near the same branch.

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