The drowsiness kept lingering;
A state of weak consciousness.
The place unfamiliar now.
Pain, a stinging truth.
Life drowned
In a deep void.
Feeling the air
So thin, like a film of survival.
The rushed air didn’t help.
Last hope of mercy
A forbidden joke.
Mind at a juncture
As to pray or to hope.
This silliness to others,
Was a chance to some.
The situation hilarious
Death a joke.
The wind rushed again
This time, as if to say goodbye.
The caress, a mock.
The sympathy, a façade.
The fall was quick
Soil rushing away
The wind pushed
Death, a loud call today.
Another life felled.
The green tree,
Brutally murdered.
Another morbid call
And no one to hear
Its loud whispers.
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Quite a different end. I am personally not an environmentalist, but my love for nature is quite genuine. The rate of deforestation has escalated alarmingly and it's something everyone is bound to ignore. Who cares for those lifeless things? This is the major reason, why I have written this poem personifying a tree.
The irony of this poem being written by me is the fact that, I love to have a book in my hand rather than, the modern preferred, ebooks. A rather contradictory matter.
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My Thoughts in Verses
PuisiMy thoughts in verses is a bunch of poems that I have written at various stages of my life. Whether for completion or for leisure, all of it has a bit of my crude essence. *The picture on the cover does not belong to me. I do not take any credits.
