let breeze settle all outstanding dues

dont brush off fallen hairs from my shoulders
these are on their way
somewhere, where
what is and what ought to be doesn’t matter very much
let them be,
after all, like the dried leaves in autumn
will not they call on the port of their duty
let them,
dont stop them,dont keep these in your diary
who knows
they may germinate
and the trees may grow out of your window
into the open sky
the dried leaves will cover
your courtyard
let them
dont stop
let breeze settle all outstanding dues
will you