Seeking out unheeded voices
When wilted asters crack silence
Pondering days of green-eyed he
While shriveled leaves descend gently
Softly swaying, meeting the prairies
The wind! The sea! The clouds
Idle eyeing the earthly ground
Weighing matters to console him self
Navel gazing shadows of his quest
What name shall he bequeath behind?
Iniquitous schemes made for affluence
He asked himself “Am I ready to shell out my doings? ”
Matters were on roots of feat?
Summer teased, amity vanished
Plucked just buds by torment and greed
The wind! The sea! The clouds
Idle eyeing the earthly ground
Such a doleful view from the sky
None comes to give a rose to his hand
No one shares a marsh to his arid life
10th of December,2009
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