'Tis the world: A dried leaf in the Wind

 'Tis the world

Gushing winds with emerald rings;

The ringing of your ears still enmeshed,

Those scrounging words you sing.

Sans the number in your list, 

I saw the witches with clenched fists!

Hope I did not get out of it,

Or get into it, and Deep within

Who are you?

May I know your name?

Maybe I forgot who was 'Me'.

The rosy cheeks and bewildered shine,

Some reason for the days that once I climbed,

From the zenith to Abyss and back in vain...

With tears in my eyes, 

Or still, there are none;

I came to know how cruel life can be...

The sunny days, with red hairs' fairytales,

How the seniors and you entailed.

Forget me not the garbage #CV you made, 

I see the quench diving deep,

The cut-throat pain that you gave.

Sans the publications that you made,

I have seen these wonderous faces;

For the men may come, 

And the men may go,

But hold on still to the belief;

You worship God without the utter instance,

You ignore the alms fetcher on your door.

A gloomy past and a captivated sight,

I am finally happy to see these books;

At least they are there to thrive.

Forget me not! 

The lines of the learnt men;

Only these are your best friends ever and alive!