Weeping Forest Poem by ramesh rai

Off the spring, autumn knocks the door
lurking sound echos the air
making all trees naked and skelton
river gulps tears to quench her thirst
mountains are standing bare together
strolling leaves are getting dried
springs have lost her beauty all
cattles are wandering here and there
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 conflagration
there is none to console her dried tears
and to extinguish her conflagration
except the cloud standing afar
who can meet up her all sheer.