The dust- laden roads
Lay decked with russet brown leaves
Some dead to the honking cars madly rushing
Crushing and deadening the already dead leaves
Screeching under the mad wheels with no concern
Others driven away by the frosty wind
Biting into the skin
Those brushed away, sighed relief
The cloudy morn lifted the barrier for a moment
As the sighing sun struggled to wipe away the mist
A shivering tree bowed down to the first falling rays
Beckoning the morning glory
The twittering birds spread their wings to leave their nests
While the misty morn lifted its veil to kiss the slender sunshine
Somewhere beyond the rising sun
A lonesome cloud melted its foggy tentacles
To mingle with the fleeting dawn
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
A simple but a very beautiful poem. Somewhere deep down it rings a bell about old age too ie when old people are abandoned by their loved ones.