Supriya Sharma

India

“My life is like an autumn leaf
I lie around unclaimed.
The breeze blows me around,
To be trampled under the feet of men.
Natures cruel feast has bestowed me with pain,
Pain of being a part,
Just a part of someone.
Pain of departing,
Departing from that one.
Pick me up like a rose,
And hold me to your heart.
Keep me there till she does not come.
And when she comes do a good deed,
Dig the earth below,
And bury me deep...

For I don't want to lie around,
Unclaimed, unloved.”