The Tree
its serrated dark brown- faithfully
serving as a wall to the tired travellers.
its serrated dark brown- faithfully
serving as a wall to the tired travellers.
While the good and honourable abjectly fail.
Even perseverance may not yield much,
Endurance too many fail the test-
Your knife heart will cry aloud
But will cry alone, stunned as you’re by the rest.
I pray for you so that such quirks of fate
You do not have to ever fend,
When you feel me the way I’m ,
You’ll find a dark blank passage, you’ve to find my love beneath the drenched wings of the bird that lost its nest!
That’s the right way you’ll find my love for you,untouched, preserved!!
Now, I hold immense pleasure
with the silence, that spread
over my town, no one is there
to eye on my bruises, I’ve closed
all the possible doors from which
chaos may enter into my ruined home.
as it would for someone
she cared for. Idol-like
in her looks, quietness-
the neighbour’s wife.
Unmarred by clouds of fear of an
impending strife, for you refuse to
reflect them on your rippling self,
I gently call you, “My own river!”