You sit beneath the autumn tree,
and witness the pain you had never seen!
The scar you hid at the bottom, dwells,
the wetness beneath your eyes now tell…
Your hair is how now all tangled and thin,
at the hands of angry, raging, rising winds…
I see you struggle, I see you wince,
like an immortal bird with lifeless wings…
The world in your eyes is a skeptic view,
all you can see are, whites & grey, and, pales & blues!
You seem to me as withering with time,
a hope of death, a sinful crime!
You live your life seldom in grief,
like the fading charm of the autumn leaf!
— Tulika Singh