Woe of a Fallen Leaf
Oh! Blizzard, you scalped me out the tree
Where was I ecstatic and free
Seperated being am I, can't be in glee,
Rendered me out of spree.
Behold! you, the young green leaf,
I know your vanity 'i am a young stuff'.
You now are a part of Tree in the buff
And I'v been under an awful cliff.
Before my falling people got my favours,
But now, Blizzard, you made me in chaos
Letting me fall down deep into crisis.
Oh God! Turn my hereafter in your bliss.
poem by Rafeeque C.K
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