Yours hug and yours kisses,
Yours desire for the high sky,
Ye covered me, with thy green,
You did what, you don't know! ,
You have made dead- alive,
Thy desired decree,
Birds started making nest,
Perching on branches singing the best,
A festive; the dead
My lost hope on my branches,
Mesmerized..
'I am already dead,
Enjoying with my death'
I fear thy death,
Innocent green creepers!
Death by season,
Days are not far,
I hope they know
The truth!
Life's summer will kill them,
Ah! As I am enjoying the fake life,
Birds are enjoying more than me,
How happy they are; ye see,
Evil tricks -Evil always hisses
Yours hug and yours kisses,
Yours desire for the high sky,
A mirage for the innocent,
Knowingly we fool ourselves,
Under the decorative shroud,
O shy creepers!
As you enjoy with dead,
So we learnt to enjoy death,
With proud,
O creepers!
Thy art; poverty killing peace
Under the shadow of death,
©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved
Aftab Alam
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