Plop and Plops..
Of hot sun burnt ray drops
Caress the dryly dead leaves..
The veins freeze in the scorching heat,
As does the thoughts bog down and choke
All struggling in tandem to prevent the knot of death..
The pressure pressured is too much,
Alas!,at last- They all give away..
A hara kiri is forcefully committed by utmost force..
All that’s left now are the corpses entwining twigs
Broken branches of forfeited dreams..
All waiting to be rooted once more...
Of hot sun burnt ray drops
Caress the dryly dead leaves..
The veins freeze in the scorching heat,
As does the thoughts bog down and choke
All struggling in tandem to prevent the knot of death..
The pressure pressured is too much,
Alas!,at last- They all give away..
A hara kiri is forcefully committed by utmost force..
All that’s left now are the corpses entwining twigs
Broken branches of forfeited dreams..
All waiting to be rooted once more...
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