The Greens

twas the eve of a holy day

overheard, voices of grief, anger & despair

from lanes to by-lanes

tales being the same everywhere.

huddled, together were they

awaiting their helpless fate

pleading for mercy

to liberate their pains

each was a part

belonging to the greens

soothing all who passed

under their grace

Many a life was sheltered

so, were the blooms scattered

its sap & nectar had nurtured

during their heady days

hugging the rousing flames

fires warmth relieving the agonies

crackling, they lay shattered

each ember arising, cursing with fury

in pools of dusty heaps

the once mighty, crestfallen lay

the eerie silence of the dawn

bowed to thee with shame

Up, from the west

the winds then blew furiously

swept away the grief

and carried the ashes away.

(The season of life is arriving

Plant happiness along its way

if, not the gardens

just sow them in your bays)

Kiran