The leaf

A leaf falling from a tree is not worried…

if I burp,  when I say there is no Saviour, no afterlife, eat pig, kill a cow, make my fart heard while keeping my thoughts private.

I see a leaf falling from a tree and she is not worried…

if I sleep into the day, eat off a greasy plate, when I drink, smoke, watch porn, and spend my time listening to nothing.

The falling leaf is not worried…

if I’m undecided, timid, audacious, quiet, vacant, distant, or crying behind a frozen smile.

The leaf is not worried…

when I disagree, resist, refuse, reject, and slip in the fight to hold my ground.

She is not worried…

…she just falls to the ground

…a sound like exploding whisper.

 

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About victoranish

A theatre worker living in Bangalore.
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