Buried above ground

That branch laid there
In front of my eyes
Still green enough
To be lead by the wind
The only difference it had
Was the place it lost
For which it was made
For which it was born
It belonged to the tree
Still standing tall and high
Watching it down
Estranged of it's arm
Wind brought it down
That led it till today
Irony it is
That what feeds ground
Also thrashes home
Now the green ornament
Is lying there naked
On the Wet Ground
That's Content
Of the homecoming
But sad of the reality
Which made a life
Await it's end
To fade in it's demolishment
Buried above the ground.

© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015