There was something poetic about this view

 

The first sunday of January'25 in Dilli,

A winter afternoon with a nip in the air,

But for the warm, mellow sunlight streaming through the greens...

As I walked the lanes, with a gaana playing on my earphones,

I came across this little patch,
Where the fallen leaves were (thankfully) yet to be cleared...

Something about it felt deeply poetic...

Was it the fallen glory of the once-full-of-life leaves,

Was it the grace with which they let go of the tree,

Was it the heartbreaking beauty of the tree exploding, shattering into a thousand leaves...

Was it the million untold stories that the leaves held safe in its veins,

To tell with gusto, to its beloved breeze...

The stories of the morning sky, 

Of the birds at the dusk, 

Of the people whose paths crossed beneath its shade once...

Of broken people, of happy people, 

Of the big things, the little things, and everything in between,

Of darkness and light,
And a million other things...

There was something melancholy, 

something poetic about this scene....

Amrita~