[Poem]Our withering unstable life...
An occasional inspiration...A new poem... Location:Sitting on the park bench Closer to death we are with every passing day, Just like the distance falling between us now, Even as I am gazing,for she is falling now... And I decided to break the silence between us... How tough was the Sun's ogling in summer?No repartee... Or was the numbness hard in winter?I continued.. How strong were the wind trying to sequester you? Or burdensome was it when the rain drops sat on u? And all (these) times you subsist only to fall On a overcast day when in its shelter Hides the cruel sun,while the wind rests on the clouds? Deign to answer,wont ye?ye sweet,peaceful leaves(souls)....