Last Breath Of The Fire Poem by Sreejith Kamalanayanan
Last Breath Of The Fire
Wind can't shake the leaves,
A stone cant make ripples in the stream....
Its sheer boredom
And the pale leaves are so cursed
they can't fall and float from the trees...
A man in his death-bed
waiting to save the last breath
For the dying fire
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves
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