The Green Thought Poem by Deb Panda

Here is the thought with unkempt look;
Combed her threads to hold;
The pain blooming in a tedious smile-
For this earth; in fleet styles.

There behind the damaged hut-
Stands my words, in fancy detail;
For the impaired vision, deeply rot,
In her promises, for the gloomy date.

Where is the voice echoed with truth?
Besides the ranges, in brittle beauty-
For the death, in proud escalation-
Down the winter valleys- above the sun.

Here will be the winter in stretched sky-
Pierced with agony of the lonely rain;
For stones built with lands- not ventured-
Bridges in green thought of the roaming bird.