"वो पत्ते पतझड़ के पेड़ों की शाखों से उतरे थे, वो पत्ते वो बेचारे फिर उगने की चाहत में वो शेह्राओं से गुजरे , वो पत्ते दिल थे | दिल तो आखिर दिल है ना... मीठी सी मुश्किल है ना ... दिल से रे दिल से है !! "-... Gulzar
Walking my way on the yellow bed,
Walking my way on the yellow bed,
Leaves of dreams with despair ahead ,
Each step calls for a wait too long
Crushing every leaf to which I belong ...
Dreams of heaven of mirth and laughter
Was it deemed to always become farther and farther
Winds of every season blowing apart its skeleton
Death could have been better in a dungeon
But destined as always for a fate belittled,
The leaves kept swirling and became increasingly twiddled
Until one day all its tears were soaked in the sun
Nothing left within to put forward an emotion...
Finally the last wind in the life moved in
A breeze else where but a whirlpool within
Stressed and troubled it did writh in pain
but in vain with at all no gain
Scattered into cents ,blasted at once
Such was the life of an autumn leaf once in a bunch
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