By the way!

And when The chinar bids a goodbye to the fire it had,
I let the leaves fall off me, with whining elegy of death of something in me.
The leaves that belonged to none of my part,
The leaves that were none of my own.
They belonged to the sun who cherished them with radiance he had from, places beyond reach.
They belonged to the breeze that could touch them and leave, but never could hold them close for a while.
The water that was smitten with them deserved then the most!!
The seasons went on and
The sun betrayed them, refraining them of its ever amazing love,
The winds, that were now the ones , tortured them,
And the water, it was always rose to the jack.
They left me for someone left them and they left them for someone had left them.
Myths are many but the prettiest one is of someone being loved completely, complete is no love,
For there is no love left here.