Today's Yellow Wind Poem by Swaro lipi

Sure, corn flower is coming in somewhere
Those death flowers standing on bridge over the river,
just like a story.
The drone of someone singing.
Death after death, just like a new born-life
Death means, ends all?
Not really...
like finishing pages of a book
at the end of all favourite books are death.
And being made from the seeds of a tree.
Build roads and burnt wooden library in your chest
If you do not mind the sound of the knock from flying ash...