She is dry, dead and down, She is dry leaf on the ground.
She was green, happy and charming.
When breeze plays the sound;
She moves with grace, starts dancing.
They all tease her with a name;
She would blush when you will say Rain.
Love is in the air, but Rain is nowhere near.
She asks every passing wind about Rain, though no gain
Because the wind never answers, But she never quits.
She knew her love would come her way,
And the raindrop kisses will blow her away.
The wait was long, but her love was strong,
Her faith in love could never be wrong.
Season changed; wind stopped.
Her colour gone and she is now Yellow.
Her love has not yet come to say hello.
With the sinking sun far that line
She slipped through air like a feather.
And now hurrying down comes rain,
The clouds make noise, change in the weather.
The drops of rain kissed on her forehead,
But it felt more like tears for the dead.
Her innocent soul might be saying now
‘You took a while to come my love’.
She is dry, dead and down
She is dry leaf on the ground.
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