As a sprouting leaf we came to the world. The sudden relocation from the mother’s womb to the multi colored world frightened us, we cried but rest all rejoiced as we fulfilled all their long expectations and prayers. When we cried there were many to care us. All were glad when we started to waddle, but we cried as the hard floor pinched our soft skin. We grew with the freshness and purity. We saw the bliss faces when we smiled, spelled.
In course of time we changed, the freshness and softness in us started losing. We struggled for our existence. We fought with the destiny and nature. No more hands to wipe our tears or anyone to console us.
We loved many and many loved us. We hated many and many hated us.
From our blood vegetated the next generation. Many came to our life and many passed.
Years and years passed. Our skin began to pale started to wrinkle. The time reminded us that it’s time for us to part; the time to part our lively body and the soul.
And slowly, and slowly as the leaf that fall from the mother plant we will fall from the life to a world of mysteries.
We will laugh but rest will cry.