Frequent Friends

By Naisha Srivastava

The ice settled with a gasp

As the wind howled in mourning

The vines of frost creeped along the black gateway

And the moon shied behind the clouds,

Its tears flowing a glistening river,

Riveting back to Earth.

The once green plants trembled,

Bowing their heads as a salute

And laying their fragile existence

Back to Earth.

The frozen water could shed no tears

And could not bow it’s head in salute.

It shined and cracked

And broke with a cry

As its ice quivered back to Earth.

With an anguish cry,

The earth shook.

For frequent friends of the Earth

Loss and misery

Creeped back to Earth.

By Naisha Srivastava