Birds are chirping but their sound hushed
Sun is shining but rays are wailing
My clairaudience enables me to hear the moaning of woods
Twigs are getting feeble
Nature’s spacious green carpet portraying a sorrow of heaven
My heart is burning inside me,
Tears are unable to extinguish that fire
In the utter darkness of night, placidity is screeching
Begging for the twinkling stars
Nature’s splendour is shrivelling up with every moment passed
Laughter is not echoing back
What is this happening!!
What is this called!!
Is this melancholy!!