The dried leaf

I looked at the dried leaf

Being blown by the wind,

I felt so sad thinking

That the leaf would no longer

Be under the shade of the tree.

It would be exposed to rain and wind,

Crumpled under the feet of men and animals

And slowly be reduced to dust.

From dust it was made

And to dust it will go.


pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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