Forming canopies on the tall trees,
Don't ignore the rust-brown ones,
The glory of the departing season.
Painful though, it is to watch them fall,
And strewn all over in windy weather,
Look! how they lie scattered around,
Like soldiers wounded on a battlefield.
But are they not, like all of us,
Actors playing their set role,,
On this vast stage of the world,
Stepping down when it is done.
Hence, as you walk on this road,
Step cautiously my dear friends,
Lest you stamp on them unawares,
By carelessness or ignorance.
All their life they benefit us,
Serving with no selfish intents,
Being grateful for their priceless gifts
Let's pay them a humble tribute!
Picture courtesy-
Vinesh Poswal
Been There, Doon That?
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