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