Sad Cypress

Look at that cypress with its branches drooping,
in it woe and lament are trooping;
Its foliage is painted a yellow melancholy,
Its spirits are trying to whisper something holy;
Its burden is not at all light,
in it dwells a penitent sprite;
to express her sins in tears,
so that no one but God hears!

by koyel mitra

Comments (20)

wow... good usage of rhymes... :)
Your ryhming is excellent asi s your command of language but your writing lacks the essential meter t makeiflow like melted Ghee
Autumn started and so one reads this poem before 'Spring'. Truthfulness of inspiration in these melodious lines. I recall some of the French symbolists, and an Italian poem by Giosuè Carducci, 'In Front of St. Guy's Church'.
the beauty i can see but i cudnt decipher some words which are anew for me. so will revisit a couple of times. let its truest essence settle down in me. yet, the beauty of writing in short is awesome.
This poem is amazingly expressive. Wonderfully crafted. Thank you very much.
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