ˋIRˋAWE´ (THE FALLEN LEAF)
Irawe!
The futility in life and of life,
Limits without boundary,
An irony in itself, An encapsulation of doubts,
Tandem to normal thoughts.


Irawe! The fallen leaf……..
I thought you were long gone,
A closure to the memories we both share,
Forever, I thought you had left,
Leaving me with the miseries of life,
An unending pursuit of different climes.


Irawe!
It is you I beckon, I looked at life,
Got bored and envision death,
Oh No! I want to live forever,
Despiced with both, I took residence in-between,
Alas! I saw a resemblance,


Irawe!
I was told we cried the day, here we came,
Afraid of what to meet, Our going I learnt remains the same,
Oblivious of what is in the six feet.


Irawe!
I forgot you were there,
When our mother, to the sweet fruits bear,
Actively running all the errands,
From Uncle Sun you surely collect,
All ingredients for food to eat.


Irawe!
Life was never a prostitute,
A Hawker surprisingly it was.
You might think it’s without destination,
It has a home, away from destitution.
It comes to you with the same ware,
What’s with you is what your neighbour wear.


Irawe!
The game of life remains unchanged,
The players themselves are the ones that got changed.
To us you supplied all the vigour to survive,
Even at death, you did nothing short of that.


Irawe!
The fallen leaf,
I know you keep to your words,
With our cousin earth you struck your accord,
Tearfully, we danced to your tunes,
Unrepentantly, you mixed with her,
Our hands tilling the land saying goodbye.


Irawe!
Despite that you sprung back forth,
Like a phoenix that rose from the ashes,
Those like you are called manure,
For to us, development you lure.


Irawe!
Oh, now I know!
Death was a lesson,
Life, a blessing.
Your goodness to us afterwards became to you a benefit,
Your wickedness would have surely been a deficit.
Whatever it is that I have become,
I surely know that another ending have begun.




Ashraf's scribbles: Using words to save the world.