Fall foliage as seen from Pittsburgh hill. Photo by Sohan

So am I the rich who has been blessed

Can bring happiness to others with my treasure

My treasure are my colored leaves

Because I am a tree that lose leaves in fall

For the pleasure of people

Therefore, I belong to the festival of trees

Where people pay homage to me

As I turn from leaves into tissue paper

Like stones that turn into house

I dry people’s face and make them special

As seasons change, leaves grow and change in color

Leaving people with awe and wonder

By mesmerizing fall colors and immense smell

Blessed are leaves whose worthiness give purpose

Thanks to the nature as trees triumph and leaves fall

Giving rise to encouragement and hope to all!

An old piano

Standing in a desk of piano at St Mary’s Church was a bottle of water

Which I bought for half a dollar

As I played my piano left to right

I heard thunderstorm in a dark night

That sounded like a meteor strike

It left me scared like a lion’s sight

While I tried to fulfil my insatiable appetite

Half a bottle of water I drank

The other half left my mind blank

To God I thank

Back I went to my piano lesson

Which brings a whole lot of deep compassion

As the US economy heads into another recession

While I try to get out of multi-year depression

Mourners from the Ladies Waist and Dressmakers Union Local 25 and the United Hebrew Trades of New York march in the streets after the Triangle fire. Photo from Kheel Center

March 25, 1911 was the day

When the fire at Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in New York City was underway

600 workers were sewing clothes at the factory floor

Trying to save their life escaping through window and door

Locked was the exit door with iron key

Unsatisfied with the management were employee

Surrounded by four stone pillars

The building had no fire sprinklers

As the fire started in a rag bin

Employees had nowhere to step in

Struggling to breathe fresh air

Some people jumped through window in midair

Only to land dead at concrete in despair

Others tried to break the door

Looking to get out of fire smoke

As the fire ran through the ninth and tenth floor

Some people collapsed next to the closed door

146 workers in total died of fatal burn

While their loved ones painfully yearn

For 11 minutes was all it needed

To fight the fire and get expired

Youngest victim was 14 years while the oldest was 43 years

Both victims left the world with eyes full of tears