(Poem- by Anshudha Garimella)
When the leaves are bleeding their emerald hues
lovers of summer feel the blues
We see the leaves lose their colours
but they don’t lose their emeralds in a second.
Just to prolong our pain
the green starts fading slowly
so we can see our summer fade and feel the air get cooler every day
this is a blissful moment for all those who wait to feel the cold
all those lovers of winter who only come alive when the sun becomes pale
I guess they crave to feel that heat when the snow reddens their fingers
But us, the lovers of summer we turn pale and our heat turns cold
In the end it is all about perspective
some of us see the death of summer in the autumn leaf
some of us see a new beginning
and should you see death in autumn today
I hope it is only the death of your past pain.
Because this is a new beginning
An autumn leaf carries a big decision
one you should make tonight
what should you keep and what should you throw?
which dead leaf represents your folly, heartbreak, chagrin?
watch that leaf die and fall on the pile of all the other things you were meaning to forget
so we can rake the leaves of our past to declutter
and make some space for the new