#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
but not so,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
let me unfold the gallery of love,
though death awaits,
love takes rebirth,
I check out few rotten trees,
their buds found two leaf,

The dying cries of the soldiers...
in great Himalayan range,
stinking food,
deadly cold, gun shots noise,
in the music, blasts offer dhupam
to motherland,
countless deaths, alarming
wars,
can any body stop again?

© Nalina d