Sapped Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi
Sapped
Far above
The evening
Skyline
Last rays
Of Sun
Scattered
And sublime.
A group
Of birds
All homeward
Bound
No rustle
Of wings
No chirping
No sound.
These drooping
Trees
Lining the Streets
On parched land
Sapped leaves
Dried weeds
Awaiting,
the dark
Nights
quite spark.
And the
Lonesome
Moon
Spreading
It's Silver
Bidding
Adieu
Soon to see
Another day
Anew.
Nalini
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