Free Anyway

One fine morning
Leading a sunny day
As I was walking
A leaf fell in my way

“Oh leaf, in whose love,”

I asked
“Do you leave the tree?”

“Well, it’s in love of the wind.”
It said
“I fall and become free.”

“But what use in being free?”
I asked
“You get stomped on, you dry, and die!”

“But thus slowly I wither,”
It said
“I become dust, and with the wind, I fly."

~ Gunjan Chowdhary ~ 

 

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