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The Autumn Leaves

The last leaf of the autumn trees,
Fell on the crusty path,
In a gentle way of the evening breeze,
Like nature shedding its wrath.

People come in couplets,
Walking all over them.
Saying it's perfect outlet,
To make their names same.

Little do they hear the cries,
While gliding in their own joy,
Of autumn leaves that eventually dies,
Saying everything good-bye.

The freezing winter comes down the same way,
From where the autumn went.
It says something that sounds like-'Hey!'
And takes away all the scent.

"Winters have arrived now,
We should fix the date."
Say the people, who said wow!
To the autumn's rotten fate.

So, I ended up on New Year's Eve,
In a grand party, so surreal
I couldn't decide- to stay or leave
As for me, it's just the autumn's funeral.

I thought about the autumn trees
Whose leaves had rustled quietly.
On the path of the late evening breeze,
They slept quite politely.

No one really notices their departure,
Except the sweeper of the field.
But even he doesn't notices its rupture,
Against the winter's cruel shield.

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