Losing Love Poem by Surya Pratap Singh

Some leaves are green and some are yellow,
And I am in the deep woods this murky night,
It's the autumn of my love,
The tree of my love is snag and white

It's strength is cracking to its bark,
And the roots have become fragile,
It is beneath the everglow of stars,
And soaked to death they look as I pass them by

It is standing in this night of death,
To fruit again the apples of my love,
It is alive or maybe half dead,
Fireflies 'round me, clove and Clove and clove

Alone I linger in haze of this forest,
Sans thee no death, Sans thee no life,
One tree of my feelings, and two more in arrest,
And thousands of my love about to die.