Trembling in autumn fog,
blew off by the wind,
drifting along the river,
with no choice of its own,
like that fallen leaf,
life's driving me away,
I don't wanna move,
I am here to stay.
I am still alive,
preserving the real me,
preserving the real me,
with numerous possibilities,
a soul longing for freedom,
a soul longing for freedom,
and a life of my own,
Coz I am not a fallen leaf.
-Anubha Shukla
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