Your Desire For High Sky Poem by Aftab Alam

Your hug and your kisses,
Your desire for the high sky,
Covered me with your love leaves,
You did what you don't know! ,
You have made a dry dead tree,
Green—Alive..Thy decree,

Birds started making nest,
Sitting on branches singing the best,
A festive you made; the dead
The hope of mine about the dry branches,
"I am already died,
Not worried about my death"

I fear from these green Creepers,
I fear with the season,
Birds will be freed from this mirage,
Yet they will lose their nest,
During summer when they need,
Nothing is more dangerous than,
The evil tricks -Evil always hisses
Your hug and your kisses,
Your desire for the high sky,
Worth to die..