Poem - Whispers from the Wood, Poetess - Shah Jehan Ashrafi (Mauritius)

 


Whispers from the Wood

Shah Jehan Ashrafi


The wood breathes

and gives birth

to its secret wings.

The wind recites

a forgotten poem.

Trees become spires

and whisper mantras

to heal the world.

They whirl and wriggle—

in vain.

Owls wear crowns

and watch ferns

and misty moss.

They know this time,

and want to hear

a lullaby to sleep tight.

The moon becomes

drunk and points

toward the poison ivy.

They talk about

Mother Earth,

who coughs

and weeps, her hands

stained with blood.

Together they talk about Time—

a prisoner

to war and crime.

They see morality

dissolving like

melting rain.

The world is thirsty—

a cracked, barren land.

The forest cries,

and shakes like a trembling leaf.

The moon watches,

holding a helpless wand.

It pines to heal and change

the fissure in the human world.


©®Shah Jehan Ashrafi

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