The Leaf

Fallen leaves on the soiled ground,

I like the only one in green, with shreds of yellow spots;

‘Cause it’s green and stands out bright-

Immature it is- a misfit in the current lot.

As I stooped to pick it up,

A gust blew it away,

As all others stayed in place.

Am I dreaming?

Did it defy the laws of nature?

As if in intoxication, I kept chasing it,

Following like a mother separated from her baby,

Pausing to convince me- it’s illusive.

There are dreams I am chasing,

Which come with laws that are dissenting.

Am I dreaming or should I keep chasing?

Or am I following a leaf from the Bodhi Tree?