A leaf from the delicate past
Crossed some thousand miles
Powered by the wintry strength
Fluttered , as spring warmed up
To melt the icy hardness
Into a gentle breeze ,and
It landed lightly by my dinner plate ;
Lay there unnoticed.
I , having had my fill ,
Grabbed , as though, it was a cleaning tissue
To clear my mess .
In the process ,
Tore it into shreds .
Then I slept.
When the morning called ,
In my dim blurry eyes ,
I saw lots of scribblings
Of disjointed season’s greetings
Scattered on the floor.
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