it sings a song

it sing s a song

it shall colours
airy weather shall
ask
its time

it will forget
torturous past

shall learn
how to feel

its present

it sings a song

quite.

petals flowing
horizons stunned
at their own making

dare ask
what makes it so

may be
visual
or optical illusion

petal flowing
constraint of time

it was
same vane

horizon
speak
if it were really

I have seen

many times

eyes ask me

I remain
quite.

my being.

conflict zones
put askance

I have waded
deep dirty trench

may life
daffodils
speak its heart
of hearts

smoky shadows
leave me exhumed

I see little
distance
narrows of

may be
colour I have

palm of
my being

times of lilies.

times of lilies
I have asked
when moments
it became reflective

I see fields
some yellow
petaled
askance of

I go off

may be
fields
it speaks

I have
yet to know

ziziphus jujube.

ziziphus jujube
tough
greek names
I have learned

may be
love can be

thorns have torn
what cloths
he could give

ziziphus jujube

small days
smelting it was

relevance it poured

preparing for
ziziphus jujube. 

what.

sobbing
silent
hidden hard
it asks
it s beautiful evening

touching its soul
try
what it means

where from
what
if at all

shadowing
growing fast
thinning into dark

dark
it asks
time

sobbing
silent

it says

I put hard

what

winds have gone.

it opens
flowers I see
blossoms

pearls of
ask
sometime
in verbatim

where
winds have gone