' This And That ' Poem by Purvesh khamankar

So much to say, much less in words,
Such flight to take, unlike a seasonal bird.
Brown and green, seen unseen,
Blue and red, heard and said.


Tied, aloft, the swinging roots,
Writhing, screaming, painfully moot.
Peeping through the emerald fawn
The voyage of dusk and the dawn.


Deep atop a rusty hill,
Chaotic, noisy, unusualy still.
Perched is the moon of day,
Nearer, unblemished, sadly gay.


A shallow groan, a hearty laugh,
A brazen bull, a mooing calf.
A viabrant tale of aching none,
Nothing left to wait or run.


-P.S.K