The leaves fall in abandon
in total mirth and subjugation,
colliding with the topography
of the uneven earth;
for it knows within, it must fall-
fall with the purpose of
rising high with the wind,
dancing its way to freedom,
of finding new land,
a place where its
mustard and crippled edges
will find some respite,
its purpose well served.
The lady in those red heels
tossing her cares by the path,
cobbled and uneven
she nearly skips forth;
those heels seem a bit pesky
she disowns them at once,
basking in her autumn
she unlearns her lessons
in bits and remnants-
riding in her glory
buzzing through the zephyr,
humming her own sweet melody,
laughing at her dim-witted
perception of existence
she knew so far-
the autumn leaf lands at her feet
and she lifts it up,
with a steady intent look
she beams in admiration
and absolute love...
By Nandini Sengupta
@metaphors_of_life