Dead in the Clearing

Dead in the Clearing

Here I lie unseen, unheard
In the middle of the huge wild wood

When the desolate world in its step falters
With a pull, straighten it I could.

All around me,rabbits and deer

Dance, like people, hares and does

A peep I take without a fear

Silent, walking on tippy toes

Far across, a gurgle sounds

The sound of gentle water,

Dashing against the rocks it found

The stream could hardly scatter

The huge trees, deny my Sun

To pierce through the canopy

The great oaks stand, like mighty guns

The ferns attempt to copy

As night falls, across the joy

Trebles of croaks, reverberate

Blue and clear, the stars foray

Things go silent, too soon, too late

The howls of wolves, chill your spine

The roars about, set goosebumps upright

Memories roll back, to imperfect times

Reminisce, clouds my sight

My last night, if this is,

I offer silent prayers,

This faltering Earth, may bleed me thus,

But remain in peace, all my peers.

-Shubham Chattopadhyay