Where my thoughts fall
I see a falling leaf,
While biting into an apple
I would turn deaf.
It’s not my fault
I can hardly see far
Things fake a somersault,
Yet the door is ajar.
Someone calls
I’m not sure I’m home,
Shadow falls,
I need a road to roam.
Ask the mountain how
It stands in your way,
Storm and wind do blow
My pen shows the day.
©️ APU MONDAL
