A leaf that dropped

A leaf that dropped

A leaf dropped before me…

Full of scribbles I did not understand;

The language, the letters were different,

I sat by the lake and held it for long…

It was yellowed by time I tried to smell;

Who could the writer be I wondered!

Where did the leaf come from,

I saw afar a jhalmuriwala and thought it might

Have been jhalmuri he sold on;

I smelt again but there as no trace or any morsel left

Of food in it…but there were thoughts

That ran in lines from one side to the other.

It seemed old yet words were trembling,

The ink was blue that melted roughly in between

Like raindrops.