Dry leaves lying on ground..

Dry leaves lying on ground..
Is this the reward which they found..
Golden days passed, what a fall.
To whom should they cry.
To whom should they call.
Their master weeps and sheds tears.
What a pale mourning dress he wears,
Why are they silent, why dont they say.
Dissolves in ground, meets their mate.
Golden days are back, what a faith....!!!

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