Walking down the street alone,
Saw a leaf fallen below a stone,
Dry was the leaf,
Easy to flee;
But the love of the stone didn’t let thee!
Came a lad, picked up the stone,
By the time the leaf was gone,
Waited the stone for the love of his life,
For the loner leaf the world was a knife.
Went the leaf from one place to other,
Searching for its supporter,
Lost the hope, perched on a stone
Then realized it was THE stone…
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Ashmita Chatterjee is a Creative Writer/Blogger from Mumbai. She is an Enthusiast, Straight Forward girl who has found joy in Writing Blogs. Ashmita is a Loud Creator of Amazing Blogs, Short Stories and Erotica at Chaoticsoulzzz! She started her blog in 2011. When Ashmita is not being very busy, she can be found Writing, Reading, Eating, or Recklessly Travelling with her loved ones. She is known by the name of @chaoticsoulzzz on her Twitter and Instagram.
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The poem is well written. I loved the personification of the stone and the leaf..
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thnk u so much…..
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