Trees trampled.
Green corpses groaning!
Ailment - stricken wind
nursing nauseating blood!
Water came limping to
pour a drop to dying planet.
A fleet of floating clouds hopped
down to extinguish the burning pyre.
The moon sprayed warmth to arctic soul
to perform the funeral.
Cosmic rays peeped in to chant the dirge,
hymn was sung to churn the universe.
Apparitions with folded hands , stooping
heads murmured prayer for resting the departed
soul in peace!
heads murmered
heads murmured prsydts
Pour a drop to the fyinf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Sujoy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thank you
Thanks Jaziv. I must read your poem, dear.