Yours Desire For High Sky

Yours hug and yours kisses, Yours desire for the high sky, Ye covered me, with thy green, You did what, you don't know! , You have made dead- alive, Thy desired decree, Birds started making nest, Perching on branches singing the best, A festive; the dead My lost hope on my branches, Mesmerized.. 'I am already dead, Enjoying with my death' I fear thy death, Innocent green creepers! Death by season, Days are not far, I hope they know The truth! Life's summer will kill them, Ah! As I am enjoying the fake life, Birds are enjoying more than me, How happy they are; ye see, Evil tricks -Evil always hisses Yours hug and yours kisses, Yours desire for the high sky, A mirage for the innocent, Knowingly we fool ourselves, Under the decorative shroud, O shy creepers! As you enjoy with dead, So we learnt to enjoy death, With proud, O creepers! Thy art; poverty killing peace Under the shadow of death, ©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved