The Mourners : A poem

A solitary tree stands

It’s twisted branches

against the dark rainy sky

reaching out to the heavens above

The mourners lament in a chorus

perched high above

Their shinning black coats


The hearse turns around the corner.

5 thoughts on “The Mourners : A poem

  1. Tiku, You know what? I have a picture to go with it. I was thinking of penning something down to suit the picture and now I find apt lines for it.



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