An Autumnal Play Poem by Amar Agarwala

The withered leaf discards the bough
Rushing to meet a crimson dusk -
Gathering under autumn skies
Tumbling and cart-wheeling in glee.

It's new found freedom embracing
Soft twilight - with ecstatic joy
Waltzing around with the wild wind
Leaving sad mates upon the boughs.

Who lament in forlorn wonder
At the taste of freedom enjoyed
By their old mate - who bids adieu
To them and to me... as I stare.

At a shadow that meanders
In the placid darkness of dusk
Wondering if it is the leaf
Or my thoughts playing hide and seek.

As Venus peeps from eastern skies
And a silvery twilight plies
With the nocturne's quivering sighs
Then with night it lovingly lies.
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