Leaves of loss

Leaves of loss Autumn air is compelling my soul to leave this body I ponder the thought, death in the half-shades of a cindering chinar My perfect obituary, written on its magnificent leaflet My body would be found buried deep-down Amongst the abundant glorified crimson My death wouldn’t create a void like black-hole on a death of a star Born human to serve the greater purpose God had outlined for me even before I could....