Difference Poem by dipak adhya

And they are too living entity
They too whisper, love and even sing
They even decorate themselves
Being spellbound I look at them

Whenever there's a little time
I go out for a day or two
And spend the time with their shade and fragrance

It rejuvenates me
My heart tries to become like them
I feel their sublimity
And crave to be as great as them

When I come back towards home again
By the sawmill by the road
A deep pang pierces me
Not a graveyard did so more

I look at myself
And see I'm surrounded by a few names
Surprisingly all their names are 'Greed'
And they are greedy for boles!