Don’t Shoot

My thoughts fluttering in the breeze come to rest awhile upon your tree won't peck your ripe fruits nor drop any waste

My thoughts
fluttering in the breeze
come to rest awhile
upon your tree
won’t peck your ripe fruits
nor drop any waste

Let them hang on a twig
Shoot not in haste
lest they lose their wings,
their little space

Lest your tree become
their gallows
strangling
their peace waves

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Reena Prasad
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2 Comments

  1. Nice article. This tackles that we shouldn’t abuse the things we have but rather take care of them and appreciate them.

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