In silence, witness the power
of nature and insane world's
pointless wisdom which ends in
fire and wood ash
From the distorted window
listen the roar of toys in human shapes
behind earthern autumn when nature
kows to change a season in grace
and elegance
From the evergreen earth wait for
one more unconventional reprisal,
a perfect place to disown identity of
burnt up effigies and on that stillness a few
laugh aloud and toss in their hands
a toy globe accross their wrtiting table
filled with paper reams on which
they scribble their minds shades
to tamper earth and earthern elements
In silence, near the shores of a calm ocean
wait for for one more storm and
perhaps they sing aloud funeral songs
for nature and natural seasons again and again
From distance witness the shows of
supernaturals in their fancy dreams believe
they hold the key of of the world and
Creator of this universe...

Rema Prasanaa

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