I walk through the world reminding myself that the trees are awake That they can hear the joke of a leaf curling down to leave That they look winter in the eye & do not think spring! But it had not always been this way Because there have been days when I thought They can be bus drivers someday Hoping while honking that they can be Mathura road someday. That being cotton clouds can also be a possibility. Basically, I would want each of them remaining for eternity.
Something like Aam Panna