The moon is green, envying
the orange of sea
when it merges with blue sun,
which carries the heart breaks of white
earth
soaked in colorless ashes of,
floating birds
wailing for dead bodies of trees, red
and blue with burns, and
bleeding black blood
Of humans as pure as white
Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a ten-line poem in which each
line is a lie.
Some of the fellow participants:
http://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya