Poem- Fall

During you, I see every last of green

Slip through the petiole. I saw trees lean

On the shoulder of death.

It makes the stem clearly visible.

The instant after you,

I feel pain and the tears of sadness

Slip through my cheeks.

The madness and blackness walks in.

It feels horrible and intolerable.

In both, relatively

It kind of feels gloomy.

One is a season, one is an act.

Both ways, something or the other falls.

One is a leaf, the other is a tear.

~ Riddhimaa Digpaul