Leaves
As the time comes
You’ll know when to fall.
The fall would be so soft
That the ground wouldn’t feel so hard.
The colour of your skin changes
With the flow, like the seasons.
You will live till you turn brown;
In pain, you shall be
Till you get cleared off the ground.
You shall be stamped upon and rain will be poured on
Break into pieces after a touch,
When you turn crispy and dry.
The satisfying sound you make when you break
Makes someone’s day.
Livia Colaco (16) is a student of St Agnes P.U. College, Mangalore.