Sleeping Tree
Seeing a sleeping tree
Calm and cool in the dark
With chirps of a lone cricket
Is as mournful as the funeral of an art.
A swarm of fireflies
Enters twinkling into its cover
To drag my vision to its big fruits,
Resting birds, sticking insects, cobwebs
And galls of mites, hornets and wasps all full of lives.
Artist better knows who holds whom.
May death be full of vivid forms of lives !
✍️© Rajneesh Kumar Mishra
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