A pebble rolled in a leaf
Floating on muddy waters
The sun burning high in grief
Poor thing, overlooked in disbelief!
A slow tumble a calm rumble
The leaf began to open,
The pebble in a stutter, a fumble
Brown now, the leaf began to crumble.
Holding on to dear life,
Tormenting for the first time
A little pebble in strife
With the world, a heavy price
Bidding the charred leaf goodbye
It is lost in muddy waters
No longer does it fear a flare high,
Gone forever in the blink of an eye!
-Appy H. Purohit (6/2/2011)
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