𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝑰 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔

Killed the lamb of motherly breeze
Silencing of hills over vast hails
Trimmed valleys and spontaneous fire fields
Aloof chaotic resemblance of run- out mills

Oh I see,
A line fading away into parallel kins
Ashes of kilns and bricks of grief
An abandoned village
Passing away blinked mosses
And I see amongst flesh of lamb and peach
A banyan tree

Pink flesh of lamb
Pink flesh of peach
Fleece and roughage the knife sieves
Blood and juice soaked in one
Water washes the sin , justice and
Above all the ashes settled
Kilns gone
Mosses hyperplasiated through
Crevices of worn out domes
Of mills and houses reduced
By smokes and smokes alone