If asked to pick
I would pick leaves
Those lush green leaves, those supporting leaves
The feel, the soul of spring, the non betraying shade
The forever commitment to die before betrayal
They hang on till they wither’
Till life is gradually sucked out of them and they are swept with the wind
Away from their beloved, away from everything they ever lived for
Withered, exiled away to the cold, hard ground
The world never cares, crushes and treads on them
But they are dead, their hearts broken.
The feel has left their body
They are dead, their stories forgotten
But those who love know their love
The feel, the feelings, the heartbreak
The endless waiting, the futile efforts
The rejection, the still blossoming love
That threatens to never fade, to stay throughout the summer
Create an atmosphere which is surreal
The time of love till it passes
Thats when the hearts break, when the first leave hits the ground
After falling from the heights of love
To the depths of heartbreak
So I choose leaves, my leaves, the green leaves.
Shifa Naseer 