Last Breath Of The Fire Poem by Sreejith Kamalanayanan

Last Breath Of The Fire



Wind can't shake the leaves,
A stone cant make ripples in the stream....
Its sheer boredom
And the pale leaves are so cursed
they can't fall and float from the trees...
A man in his death-bed
waiting to save the last breath
For the dying fire

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