Lost In Dark Silent

Lost In Dark Silent When I look back the silent darkness I had left in the deep woods a long ago where I had planted few seeds of my memories to grow but I found those seeds grown with thorns of exasperation and annoyance when I fondled those plants I felt the prick of thorns my broken heart felt shock that chimes of buds missing chink of leaves of oak and alpine disappearing rustle of gust of winds fading away susurration of herbage die down tinkle of poplar branches falling silent now I am back in the woods to get lost into silent darkness and invite chimes of buds to titillate my cheeks chink of leaves of oak and alpine to tickle my lips rustle of gust of winds ' to pamper my poetic feelings susurration of herbage to croon me a lullaby and wish that I were lost in the golden memories of olden days in the silent darkness again (Kishan Negi)