The Autumn Leaf

That autumn leaf
Fallen from the topmost tree
Cried out his woes to one and all
Music they thought
He played while he thralled!

But hurt was he,
On detaching off the branch...
Teary was his soul,
On wandering in the odds alone...

Alone... He had to bear the rain ...
Rain which once was a blessing to him
Today seemed the clouds' refrain!

Alone... Did he break... And crush...
Bit by bit...
Leaving traces of his being... A brownish-dry bit!
Every time the stones he hit!

To you, I limn a story...
Of the autmn leaf ...
Who on breaking off the tree
To you did weep...
But instead the crunking of his soul
Came out as a music for lover's relief!
So pure was his soul
That magical were even his woes!