Dried Insurgency

Then, there comes winter embracing the hill,

spawned frozen trees that stood still.

Would it be nice if leaves depart from the branches,

or roots wavering cold from the frozen ground seen as the laying chest?

 

Soaring days bluffed with steering nights,

rays of sunrise & sunset engaged in timeless fight.

When Growth of life unveils the knights,

outnumbered them requires a thorough sight

 

Matches perseverance has cost no bore.

Run..run.. unto the call of escape that sore.

Chances, nakedly reveal the cause of uprising thorns,

hunted by strengthened ideologies grouply adorn.

 

Once the river crossed by myriad of cues,

lives of thousands, landed their feet in fuse.

No backwards steps cast on rounded trip of fear, 

as everyone becomes refugee of their own dear.

 

Whispers from eyes of those waiting to be free,

still deceives the feeling of relief, hidden from a tree

This, serves shelter, recovers their options,

though,questions were not answered of denied notions.

 

Are these torn clothes clinging to the nature?

Such aching to repair by its way of forgiving lecture,

till when matters most of returning one's pride,
Now, seated belongings renounce to insurgency that dried.