Your Desire For High Sky

Your hug and your kisses,
Your desire for the high sky,
Covered me with your love leaves,
You did what you don’t know! ,
You have made a dry dead tree,
Green—Alive..Thy decree,

Birds started making nest,
Sitting on branches singing the best,
A festive you made; the dead
The hope of mine about the dry branches,
“I am already died,
Not worried about my death”

I fear from these green Creepers,
I fear with the season,
Birds will be freed from this mirage,
Yet they will lose their nest,
During summer when they need,
Nothing is more dangerous than,
The evil tricks -Evil always hisses
Your hug and your kisses,
Your desire for the high sky,
Worth to die..