Aroma of that forest,
forbidden fruits,
dripping sap from a tree,
the bees humming,
will honey trap the bear,
or the berries will suffice,
don’t know, the cave is covered with snow
Sweat of all the labour,
poise and pause indeed is not a favour;
glory of a rising star,
may you bear with all the smoke & tar;
so what if some words not kept,
have not the guards for years not slept;
let the wars be won, even if battles r lost, this is a letter, dare I really post?
when the pains dont perish
dont make wrinkles on the forehead
a fetish
let the river meander
let waves rejoice in
the death of all bubbles
let horses graze on stubbles
of sighs
let us hear, at least now, the unheard cries