*branches# Poem by swagathnath rajeswari

Asking along too much
the roar of lions
the flowers smell spread over the forest
the insects in search of honey
the trees deep rooted and stand high touching the skies
sweet songs of the birds
the dance of peacocks looking
splendidly in the pure white stream
while screaming sounds of branches
rubbing in air
heart throbing of sculputre on the branches
without chisel and human
Wonder! wonder! ! wonder! ! !