Saturday 29 August 2009


A lament resounds
Through the forest
Of a failed long gone lore.
Drops of dew
Like silent tears
Grace the tips of the leaves.
Every passing moment
Witnesses the passage of
Myriad emotions.
Leaves have withered.
Buds have perished.
Flowers have dried
And a new day dawns
Marking the funeral
Of last night
Its revelry of death.

1 comment:

Neelav said...

beautiful, very eloquent.