Here comes the sun through the porous of rain forest
Where everything seems hairy like the many unseen earth
The roots of deciduous all covered with rainbow like bushes
Some could spot out, some not
I could see, being as a tree
Why I cant give up “I”?
Or else I could lost
Into the shades of arbors.
Impetuousness where never stomps
The red armies of ants march all around
Yes, I will, I will
One day, I will free from
Everything, even from lustrous “I”
Perhaps would be born again
As green clumps of earth
At least life will go
In the spirit of selflessness.
5th July, 2016