The petal said <br />I miss my dear colour <br />the lovely coat of red <br />that it yester had <br />has faded today <br />into yellowish bred <br />I loved the colour <br />it hugged me a lover <br />now, it is gone <br />gone is gone, dead is dead <br />i am on the street <br />trampled by dust and heat <br /> <br />the leaves loved their green <br />little did they know <br />that the green will fade away <br />green and leaf inseparable <br />they were born together <br />like eyes and sight <br />but age and fate <br />decided who go with who <br />soon a day of storm <br />took away the pride of the calm <br />and swept by the hands of morn <br />leaves lost their hoods in shame <br />lost is lost; cost of life it's gone. <br /> <br />the sandy beaches too mused <br />silent waves are singing loud <br />for them to hear, to rejoice <br />blue skies hummed in response <br />it is to kiss the heavens they dance <br />yet, when the last quake tremored <br />and waves zoomed into large demons <br />and hell came into earth licking all <br />did they sing, music was dead <br />yes, music of death it's voiced every bed.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-missing-you-4/
