The slide

 

Crumbled to rubble after the slide

I breathe through crushed furrows

My lofty peaks once would touch clouds

The foliage that now is disrobed brutally

Held me together with intertwined strands

It tethered the reckless flow to the paths

And sprouted a chirp in her green palms

The path that once leisurely meandered

Twirling upon the brawn and brown bosom

Now bursts through my soul and gushes past

Amidst the naked and hollow growls

It rains incessantly as if in revenge

After a few thunder strikes and bellows

The trumpet in content is now a shriek of dismay

Then the fall with a thud on the abattoir

 Crashes the complete essence of life

To be tied and walloped , denied the strife

Unable to escape the enticing vile of clever cleaver

All it took the mountain to slide in a pile

Was to trust the innocuous first crawl.

Rudrapur

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