Leaves Talking

Always an urge is in action, a basic urge That sings, that moans, that groans, that stones Whether animate or inanimate The passion is everywhere The leaves are always talking In rustle, in bustle, in murmur, in whisper, in bang In whimper when to yellow and disappear In willow-weeping when being ready for sacrifice Under the guise of development of human beings Till now the supreme to destroy In rustling rises the romance of riding on the wind In bustling bursts the barrage of pent up emotions In crinkling cries the yellowing wrinkles of age In crushing under trudges is the message of transformation From dust you come and into dust you go back In scratching and scraping leaves interact in peace and war Leaves love birds and ripple at the sight of their love making Leaves whisper when they hold birds’ nest in pulsating rest Leaves buzz when underneath a man loves a woman in a gust Gently rub your cheek in the foliage and listen to its language In tell tale touch, a leafy hutch __________________________________________________________ 16/9/2016