The veined
Dry
Brown leaf,
Unhooked
Suddenly
From a bare
Tree,
Off the black highway,
Wanders off
Directionless,
In humid air
Full of exhaust---
Like an unemployed
Youth,
In formals,
Blank-eyed,
Moving around,
Aimless,
Searching hope,
In the crowded alleys,
High-rises,
Of the lunch-time
South Mumbai,
Yet not sure,
Uncertain,
Tentative,
He---
Like the
Drifting
Yellow
Leaf.
---Sunil Sharma