Weeping forest

Off the spring, autumn knocks the
lurking sound echos the air
making all trees naked and skelton
river gulps tears to quench her thirst
mountains are standing bare
strolling leaves are getting dried
springs have lost her beauty all
cattles are wandering here and
in search of shade and
in search of water.
Forest is weeping days and nights
as if a widow has lost her all
her soul is burning with
there is none to console her dried
and to extinguish her conflagration
except the cloud standing afar
who can meet up her all sheer.

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About ramesh rai

Poetry!! ! The Expression of soul. Poetry ! A perpetual stream of sacred consciousness flowing ever and ever beyond planets and stars and even plenty of universe. writing poetry since teen age. Use to write chiefly in three languages viz English, Bengali and Hindi.Retired from government service still have to cover a long journey. Life may come Life may go but a poet goes on for ever.

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