Strain of living

The strain is of living green in a gray beard
Through a dark tunnel of staring end dead

And making a strain from it, to light music
As money lives on in mobile phones, a joke

Of wife carrying, you can ,humorously said.
In a strain you live to die ,to cease to exist.

Crows are born to essentially cease to exist.
Caws cease to exist even as crows are born.

Crows caw in the tree of temples to remind
People dead , their strains dead to a wind.

In strain , chicks are born to cease to exist
The bird cries cease to exist as light music

In air-conditioner’s silence in their homes.
Mom’s mournful cries drop dead on chicks.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s