Don’t dig me up
Roots are still wet
Fresh leaves of Spring
Had enough sunshine
Rain I love, the weeping tales
Of dove beneath grey eyebrows.
Don’t dig me up
The pearl is yet to shine
Moments to walk long
Rustles of brown leaves
Strewn on pavement of life
Undusted for so many years
Don’t dig me up
Down to the stairs still
Childhood gestures
An inseparable illusion
Of me, my tree, my seed
Of memories neatly painted.
'the weeping tales
ReplyDeleteOf dove beneath grey eyebrows'...what a beautiful expression!Introspection leafs to so many regrets and memories of what was sacred to us.
It has the delight to have your footsteps and kind words of appreciation that added charm to it....my regards
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful poem that I just couldn't help reading multiple times. Such beautiful lines
ReplyDeleteRustles of brown leaves
Strewn on pavement of life
Undusted for so many years
Your words of appreciation are so soulful that they truly inspire...regards
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