The Forest Whispers My Name! ! Poem by Shagun Khera

The Forest whispers my name…

Just like the Haunt of an unforgiving shame..

In the closet of broken dreams and detested trust

Lies a puppet…played upon.. betrayed upon

Smothered to hatred….scythed to rage…

Burned in the fire of jealousy blaze..

Now its time… he plays the same game…

Looks right into the eyes and says

The forest whispers my name


Roaring silence of the frozen tears

Defeating death every time it nears…

Draining love…. Stupefying fear…

He walks on the path of the ossified

Where his soul kisses the wind laden with tears, ,

But not the tears of the broken ones…

The tears of the life…

Bowing to the mercy of the distressed hearts…

The path where glory of the insignificant ones spells banes…and shouts…

The forest whispers my name.

Evil wanders like a free spirit inside his mind, ,

Why, why me… the question makes him blind…

The devil’s is ready and mature

To taste the blood of vengeance

to offer the odyssey of suffering with an ultimate cure…

the dreams of death come alive..

the vision of darkness, bliss deprived…

he screams atop the hill….

Bores right into the shining sun…

Here I come… world.. listen closely the aura of fallacious fame…

The forest whispers my name….


Shackles of ignorance blown apart…

Its time for some to depart….

Its time to pay back…

Its time to snatch… what was left…

Its time… to grave the freedom of atrocity

Its time for me……..

Run…. Till u find earth beneath your feet…

There’s I’ll be waiting.. where you’ll stop…..

I’ll take you the forest of the insignificant ones….

You have been deaf all your life….

But now.. you’ll hear…..
The forest whispers my name