A leaf- a brown leaf
Dangled on a brown tree,
Shaken by the blowing wind
Then came the gust and broke the connection
The connection was broken.
The leaf dropped on the ground,
Rustled with other dying leaves
As embers do in a fire,
Someone tread on it.
It was trodden.
It crumbled and was no more.
Naushena is a teacher on hiatus and a mother. Poetry writing is her passion through which she expresses her feelings. She also writes essays sporadically. Her work has been published in Five Poetry, Scarlet Leaf Review, Boston Literary Magazine, Mamalode, Mothers Always Write, EXPOUND and is forthcoming in few others.