You don't remember

"You Don't Remember"

The sound of a dry leaf,

Trampled as lying on earth.

The shrieks groaned by the helpless life.

"You don't listen to the jibe,

It comes once a year;

The spring of my life.

No one to share,

All this glitter with,

I look up to you,

O sun! don't gear.

But you gear,

You don't remember.

It was my day,

You forgot as always.

Hence, the spring shed off,

Never you recalled,

Never did you biaural."

The leaf groaned,

"You don't remember

For when was I born?"