Trembling soul shudders - bitter cruelty
Scared, the foliage hides under the meadows
Along with the dust of the deceased – to perish
Beyond evil eyes, the seeds find solace
The day of resurgence, they long for
One by one, the fruits go into hiatus
The green succumbs to the dead touch
Alas, killing every inch of life
The dead hand feels the weak twigs
Resurrection of the prey, the dead craves
Through it he wishes to come back alive
Sinless and blameless past he wishes to create
Consequences force him to resuscitate the kill
The dead is dead, it cannot breathe again
Yet the seed is resting somewhere in the wild.
The germinated seeds will catch him, one day
When HE forgives- over the passage of time
- Shalini Samuel
PS: The touch of some men/women/beast destroys beautiful things of nature. It takes eras to be rebuild. Let not we be cruel enough to destroy beautiful nature. Join hands to protect beauty and nature.
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