Silence will not be the form of you in me <br />at the edge of fate, we scream <br />the last sigh of our exiatence. <br />The veins of trees are visible <br />devoid of leaves, as if free of all pretexts. <br />No where to go, blissfully it stands <br />as the last penance of our outcry.<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-elegy-to-autumn/
