Aside

There’s no palpitation in words No heart-beat in poetry To break your inertness I called you aloud Sand particles dripped down Beneath my feet You are a silhouette. Green leaves of the evergreen forest Fell down, Covered the red soil. My entire life is spent awaiting Lest these words would return back Clouds of the sky have covered The purple crescent moon. Wild wind is blowing Pride of the recent hill Broken, scattered on the way But where’s these words Why are n’t they returning ? For entire life I am standing High above the realm of thoughts All alone silently, Alas ! My pertaining words !