The poem of woods

As the doors windows and 

Attic of the castle in 

Dead woods

Often call 

In the desperate voices 

To the lost spirits of 

Love and desire...

The ferns 

Whither in pain ..

And the pines 

Whine in rain...

While The droplets 

of water

Trickle down the 

Soddy Meadows ...

And 

The dark lights

Casts its shadows !!

And then ...

The heavens answer 

Their prayers ...and ...

-emerges  from the 

Dark caves ..

The forest nymphs 

With the dancing 

Swarms of fireflies 

amidst the 

Trickling lights of 

Stars and orbs

And behold !!

Blossoms 

the sacred flower 

Of love lust and desire

 In the numen 

Human life !!