Fallen...

It fell. Dry and old- for how long could it have stayed there anyway. Leaves fall from trees, it’s just normal.

It was laying there under the tree, knowing very well that it could never go back to where it came from. A new budding leaf had already taken its place. Greener, younger than it was. Hope- it didn’t lose, kept itself tangled amongst other leaves but never left. Hopeless- its fate was already written, long long back.

Came a gust of wind and it fought hard to stay still. It obviously could not, just a fallen leaf it was. Blown away only to get stuck to the barbwire in the fence. A barb piercing it. Dry already, it did not even bleed.

Another gust and it ripped through the barb. Two pieces, blown away in two different directions. In tears, as they looked back at the tree, indifference was the only emotion the tree showed. Thrown somewhere far away, they still think of the tree, though. Funny!!

I stood..

I stood there when the gust of wind hit me. Dust all over me. I didn’t move. I stood. The flood brought with it all the dirt. Drenched me; every inch of me. I still stood. The winter stole the water out of me. Chapped skin, blood and flies all over me. I still stood. Summer came with its own weapon. Sweat dripping right onto my wounds. Tears? Yes. But, I still stood.

Spring comes and you pass by. You call me filthy, stinky, garbage. Yes I am. But I also know that I have stood the test of time. I certainly stood.