Yours hug and yours kisses, <br />Yours desire for the high sky, <br />Ye covered me, with thy green, <br />You did what, you don't know! , <br /> <br />You have made dead- alive, <br />Thy desired decree, <br /> <br />Birds started making nest, <br />Perching on branches singing the best, <br />A festive; the dead <br />My lost hope on my branches, <br />Mesmerized.. <br /> <br />'I am already dead, <br />Enjoying with my death' <br /> <br />I fear thy death, <br />Innocent green creepers! <br />Death by season, <br /> <br />Days are not far, <br />I hope they know <br />The truth! <br />Life's summer will kill them, <br /> <br />Ah! As I am enjoying the fake life, <br />Birds are enjoying more than me, <br />How happy they are; ye see, <br /> <br />Evil tricks -Evil always hisses <br />Yours hug and yours kisses, <br />Yours desire for the high sky, <br />A mirage for the innocent, <br /> <br />Knowingly we fool ourselves, <br /> Under the decorative shroud, <br /> <br />O shy creepers! <br />As you enjoy with dead, <br />So we learnt to enjoy death, <br />With proud, <br /> <br /> O creepers! <br />Thy art; poverty killing peace <br />Under the shadow of death, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yours-desire-for-high-sky/
