The Last Leaf
Oh, the sorrows of Fall days
The scantily undressed trees
The skinny twigs all around
Little life is life all the same
Reminds us of O.Henry’s
The Last leaf, a masterpiece.
The painter, an unsuccessful one
Gives his life to save a young life
Life that clings on a ray of hope
Painting a lifeless leaf thro’ the night
The painted soulless leaf
Giving life to lonesome soul.
Ready to make its final journey
Thus, becoming a masterpiece of
Of an unsuccessful painter
Success begets many godfathers
But failure remains an orphan.
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010
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