Suffer of leaf

Every leaf is drowsy
But the wind is yet to blow
Never leaves its place
In spite of low and high speed
Dust covers to it
With blowing air,
The tiny palm of raindrop
Claps with it,
Even storm also comes to it
But it never goes to anywhere
It only falls
....................
Fall to die.

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