The Leaf

Like oxygen from the pores of greenery
pain oozes from his muse,
mixing with other feelings

“The pain should stop its emissions,
or become less poetic”
But the finesse stays

He tries reducing the moisture
in his pores
adopting a silent brown

Till a cold breeze arrives
and brings back with it
The Fear

He sucks harder at the root.
Pain is chosen
before Dead Leaf

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(c) 2008 Tanuj Solankki
used by permission

Tanuj Solankki is a blogger and poet in India
as well as a graduate student at IIM Ahmedabad

For more, please visit his blog at
http://www.dotcommedtanuj.blogspot.com

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