And The Leaves Will Fall Again

And The Leaves Will Fall Again

The blazing heat

Wilted the stones

Paved along the path

To the land of toil

In the long summer days

Oozing out the last drop

As the rising sun

Of an early dawn

Beckoned me.

The hot air

Of molten dust

Ushering me 

Back to labour

To till across horizons

To sow

To water the parched

Seed bearing mud packs

With drops of sweat

With un-complained

Long forbearing.

And slog I will
Till the day when

Her wait will end

When together we will

Fill the harvest

Into the silo.

And the leaves will fall again

In the rolling fog 

Engulfing 

The auburn foliage

Of the Maple trees.

And we will brace ourselves

to brave the chill

With the grains of labour

For long dark nights

In the evening of life

Belonging to each other

Shrouded in the warmth

Of our togetherness.

                   ..... by Ramakant Pande

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