Yours Desire For High Sky Poem by Aftab Alam

Yours hug and yours kisses,
Yours desire for the high sky,
Ye covered me, with thy green,
You did what, you don't know! ,

You have made dead- alive,
Thy desired decree,

Birds started making nest,
Perching on branches singing the best,
A festive; the dead
My lost hope on my branches,
Mesmerized..

'I am already dead,
Enjoying with my death'

I fear thy death,
Innocent green creepers!
Death by season,

Days are not far,
I hope they know
The truth!
Life's summer will kill them,

Ah! As I am enjoying the fake life,
Birds are enjoying more than me,
How happy they are; ye see,

Evil tricks -Evil always hisses
Yours hug and yours kisses,
Yours desire for the high sky,
A mirage for the innocent,

Knowingly we fool ourselves,
Under the decorative shroud,

O shy creepers!
As you enjoy with dead,
So we learnt to enjoy death,
With proud,

O creepers!
Thy art; poverty killing peace
Under the shadow of death,









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