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The Last Leaf

There comes a time, when ‘the last leaf’ stuck on the tree doesn’t seem to give one a reason to hold-on for one more day. There is nothing wrong with that leaf. It is still stuck to the very tree where it was supposed to be; but today something seems to have changed. May be its just the meaning of the association with the leaf that stopped giving the same signal as before, or maybe I started interpreting the signal differently. I felt something different about the leaf today. It did seem unfair, stuck alone on a dark winter day. The leaf looks tired today, or maybe I am noticing it for the first time. It must be hard to see every other leaf let go in this dark, cold brutal winter. And harder to be the last one; continuing to wait for its turn. I felt responsible for it, also a little threatened. The leaf stared back at me for the first time today. I could see that searching look, and anguish deep seated in its stare. My hope today turned out to be a selfish exchange of misery and despair. By each passing moment, I was losing the hope, in hope to relieve the leaf of its suffering. Unknowingly I had bargained my hope in lieu of someone else’s and the price paid was getting heavier. I just needed a swift stream of courage that very moment; wasn’t I tired too…

A faint glimpse of your pain
Stretched out in cold in vain
My hope tied with your fate
I must lose, to end your wait


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