EVERY TEARDROP IS A WATERFALL
Here’s a drop, an ineffable teardrop Inflicted to the wrist of my hand
Might had fallen all over the land through those branches, through that top
Drops of plight that none can understand last night, might this tree had cried
Cacophony was heard to the hinterlands.
Climate reached in the stage of turning none birds are hearkened flying aside
The gait was of winter in few past morning but today’s dawn is wet and wide
Here on the earth, it was storming in a mourn, seems the one, last night who cried.
I’ve seen this chain; chain of nature Hot then cold, young then bold
Bought-consumed, if not sold born and died, meeting and departure.
Pang fully, I should say; it wont rain a century later or a couple after then
None trees weep and pray to fall alike the one did-hungry & tall
Who is set for next storm that’ll break it and blow away
Day followed; a funeral and a tom, not for it but knit of it that lay
All its plight, beneath the ground.
Flatterer souls pays their mercy to the birds and their domicile
What I loathe- why cant they see? where on the earth the nest would be
Without this victim who lame to feed those gluttons, to feed those tame.
Weeps my pen, now and then over the body of those dumb
Speechless poignantly who is serving the man to paint his ethereal feelings to save the tom
The tom that died that cried, In this annihilated world to light
Light a bulb, that might glow Hence, none should live by breathing out low
Laughs all enchantress in the rain;To flow and vanish all the plight to shine and fly all over, in the sky, like a kite.
-----Deforestation isn't a problem, the problem is us, we are silently watching those trees,
Who everyday dies. Lets not say, “Save the Trees”, lets say “save the humanity, don’t kill those those trees”.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ashutosh Bhattarai
Might had fallen all over the land through those branches, through that top
Drops of plight that none can understand last night, might this tree had cried
Cacophony was heard to the hinterlands.
Climate reached in the stage of turning none birds are hearkened flying aside
The gait was of winter in few past morning but today’s dawn is wet and wide
Here on the earth, it was storming in a mourn, seems the one, last night who cried.
I’ve seen this chain; chain of nature Hot then cold, young then bold
Bought-consumed, if not sold born and died, meeting and departure.
Pang fully, I should say; it wont rain a century later or a couple after then
None trees weep and pray to fall alike the one did-hungry & tall
Who is set for next storm that’ll break it and blow away
Day followed; a funeral and a tom, not for it but knit of it that lay
All its plight, beneath the ground.
Flatterer souls pays their mercy to the birds and their domicile
What I loathe- why cant they see? where on the earth the nest would be
Without this victim who lame to feed those gluttons, to feed those tame.
Weeps my pen, now and then over the body of those dumb
Speechless poignantly who is serving the man to paint his ethereal feelings to save the tom
The tom that died that cried, In this annihilated world to light
Light a bulb, that might glow Hence, none should live by breathing out low
Laughs all enchantress in the rain;To flow and vanish all the plight to shine and fly all over, in the sky, like a kite.
-----Deforestation isn't a problem, the problem is us, we are silently watching those trees,
Who everyday dies. Lets not say, “Save the Trees”, lets say “save the humanity, don’t kill those those trees”.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ashutosh Bhattarai
12/21/16
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