As I walk past,
Those dried leaves were lying all over the place
They were trying to convey something
Some are dead and others were dying
As I hold them to talk to,
they smiled at me even at the time of their death
I didn't know what to make of it
I smiled at them and moved on
Then I wondered,
if they can smile even at the time of their death,
why can't we when we have so much to live for.
Keep Smiling,
Prashanth.
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