The person has died and so is the personality
the contours of the smile cant be traced and so is its beauty
The letters form the name on some sign boards
which does not even find a reason to be uttered
like the leaf kept in between the pages
like the memory covered with a thick layer of leaves
The leaf has dried and the dead veins remained
but left the impression on the pages as it stained
So green did it look on the tree
and more with the flowers on a dancing spree
I took a leaf and kept in the pages
Alas!!the tree feared and vanished for ages
it's for the impressions and the leaf i rhyme
and to find the tree and say it's not a crime!!!