The dead fallen leaves in autumn,

Are just like neglected hopeless person.

Away from the world and its dares and cares,

They appear to have given up all optimism and affairs.

With no day dreaming and fool’s paradise,

They lie ill-fated and self-satisfied.

With no living component and aspiration,

They fight solitude and deprecation.

Destined to suffer resentment,

They accept it as God’s endowment.

As every cloud has a silver lining,

Negative motivation provides self-refining.

And at last they are victorious,

Self-motivation makes them vivacious.

But bounded by the ghost of forlornness,

They still wander in the streets of loneliness.