On MY Own

On MY Own

P K Routray

To a swirlingly falling leaf

asked a poet with a sigh of grief.

“Who caused you to fall

when on tree live are your brethren all?

Has the tree forsaken you

after taking your service and robbing your hue?

Or is it wind forcing the tree to you not to hold on

forgetting that once you cooled it down and its image only you have drawn?

Is it man, animal or bird who caused you such torture

forgetting that your beauty and shade which gave them once joy and shelter?”

“None. Hey poet friend! I am on my own

detaching from the earthly bondage as I came I am going alone.

Completed I my destined duty and assigned role

merge will i with five elements of the earth freeing my soul.

It will travel to Him, my ultimate love and attachment.

Bye bye, my poet friend! To tree, wind or anybody I do not have any resentment.”