Brush To Brush - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Something peculiar, but mind is gazing,
In the deep grassland to swing in wind,
Breeze is touching tongue to move on,
Wind is brushing grass in this land.
Stormy weather has made ill to all trees,
Now cyclone's brush with death changes them,
A brush with death they have now in feelings,
It would better brush up on green leaves
Before they wilt and fall down in ground,
A brush brushes and paints the wall of sky.
Stars in sky who are in brush with death,
Still they criticize tall trees in Earth,
They criticize very short grass of ground,
Tress and grass brush off all critic stars.
Stars try to explain that special they are,
They dazzle in very far up above the sky,
They watch everyone from top to bottom,
All creatures respect and watch them,
But trees and grass only look at sky,
They do not know much about sky and stars,
Hearing stars, trees and grass brush aside
They brush aside explanation of stars,
Brushing off and brushing aside them,
Now they brush their leaves in tender wind.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,26, August 2018. All rights reserved.
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