Nothing sticks for long.. Apu Mondal

     

Dewdrops falling on leaves
Stop by, before sliding down,
A breeze rustle among trees,
Leave, as the space calls it.
The human spirit lingers on
Till another body is ready to
Receive it. The mind roams
On roads untrodden, but
Returns to the loved ones.
Every sunshine lives to end
The day. The sky scorches
The earth till it breaks up,
And before long weeps rain.

Copyright: Apu Mondal@2020.c.r.