I saw a leaf falling yesterday.
The wind took the leaf on its back then disappeared.
Maybe it fell upon some pond or river, crossing thousands of waves.
Or the wind took it to some other world.
No one saw the leaf falling
Or saw when it was born.
However, the bird saw it, and the tree that carried it, is now mourning.
Another day, another leaf was missing
No one saw, when it fell, maybe everyone was asleep.
In the morning, everyone was looking for it.
I was also worried all day, my thoughts were carrying the sorrow of the tree.
Then the next day, another leaf, this time everyone saw it falling.
Though, the sorrow was little less today, as all accepted the repetition.
To comfort themselves they made stories of the leaf traveling from one pole to another.
Free as Arctic tern birds.
The sun rose the next day, it was as beautiful as a life beginning.
The new born sees life as boundless, all and everything so gorgeous.
The warm thought of a new day and the smell of a smile spread everywhere.
I also felt it that day, the happiness like I was reborn, the sensation of being alive.
I was also grateful as they were.
Md Junayed Alam Bhuiyan is a student of the department of English, East West University.