Dry leaves

By Sadhya   

Dried leaves are lying on the road.
In the street ,
there are no shortage of quick-moving footprints ,
But...no one cares about you lying on the street.
When it rains...
those who hold an umbrellas ,
they never sees you drowning in mud.
Listen dry leaves....!
The humanities of the world today....
Likes you , are discredited and lying on the road.

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That was a rainy day. In the morning, i was walking in the street alone. I saw then,there were dry leaves lying on both sides of the road. That time this poem was arisen in my mind.