The Silent white grave,
Muted chirrups of sparrows
Fallen petals of Green dreams
Just put your ear very close
Hear the last melodies
Sung by a cuckoo.
Gaze at the White surface
See the last steps of grassy dances!
Just Smell it,
Feel the last blooming of a jasmine!
A forest is sleeping inside a paper.
You are strange Creature!
Same as a human,
Writing poems about forests,
trees, worms, rivers, and leaves.
Pretending not to see
That you are writing on a white grave!
Killing the word “Sincerity”
Burying the corpse of a forest!
Copyright © Shihabudheen Kumbidi | Year Posted 2018
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