I am hanging in
just with a small hope within.
Things would work out
somehow, someday.
I cling to you desperately
as you try to do away with me.
Like the autumn leaves ...
I try to hold on!
Like that dried maple leaf,
stuck on your windshield...
That you eventually
throw away.
Dead and dry
feels the love between us...
I don't know what's in my mind
and what is this fuss!
We have been out there long
craving for each other...
I wonder even if we remember
what's it like to be together!
Love feels like the autumn leaf...
changing colors
and eventually breaking off
without any feelings evident!
(c) Archana Bora