Living In The Trees Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Living In The Trees



The boots are green with mud
And inside my feet is burning to
The body of emotions
I left with the river and its inhabitants
My Species and others
moving by the side, under
The raft in different colours
Peeping through my lenses

The green in many shades
Leaps from branches of thousand year
Roots, inhabitants who will live
One more time
Undeterred, immune, unravelled
One more thousand year
Of existence, habitating, living, undying
Growing within and without

I am slipping from the mud walk
As I cross the wooden path
Laid bare by the branches stooping low
Touching me, caressing, brushing my face
And I could smell their
Thousand year freshness, unworn,
In the rains, unworn by the darkness
Or the light seeping through the meshes

Living In The Trees
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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