Scarlet Trees
Scarlet trees, do not mind if I keep looking at you
Your branches point to the endless, sun-kissed roads,
Point to where my heart wants to be!
When I gaze at your slenderness
The thousands of hands that might have touched you
And the storm engulfing the breath of million souls
Which might have crossed you,
On foreign land, you give me the simplest of pleasures,
And the happiest of times,
Day and night.
When the sun has set and all the windows are glowing
A part of you still lingers on the darkest alleys,
One that is mine,
One that is ever so brimming with glorious crime,
I look at you from my little watchtower
Wondering, how many stories you have woven
In between the cobwebs of your branches,
How many kisses you have swathed in morning dew drops,
How many lonely walks have you carved
On the veins of your beautiful scarlet leaves…
Oh! Scarlet trees you have inspired
These words out of ecstasy,
For it is only when the crescent moon shines,
And the sky is dark blue,
I let my fingers dance
For they love the tune of the unforgettable
And they love the pain of a homeless soul
On a lost pursuit.
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2017
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