Every falling leaf,
Filled my heart with grief.
For one day the wind would come and swirl me around,
Making me take flight to the ground.
As I would lie there counting my last breath,
Children would walk over me, trying to trample me to death.
Their steps would tread me black,
And then a giant man would fill me in his sack.
He would throw the sack in his vehicle,
And make the tyres roll,
He would press the horn many a time,
As if in a hurry to bury my soul.
My end would be a new start,
For I will be used to enrich a new plant,
And now I welcome my end,
For my last breath,
Would lead to a new birth.
And maybe after many incarnations, I arise from the Earth,
Making someone’s end my birth.
-Asmi Agarwal, Grade 9, Amity International School, Noida