Subconscious Outpouring
Dr. Manas Bakshi
Leaf’s green universe
Thought’s inquisitive worth;
On the dank soil
Of surrounding banalities
Our life’s looted,
Our love’s waiting -
A subconscious self
Squirms within
An organic substance.
A tree in trance
Wonders
It’s uprooted
If a stroke
More sensitive
To the cause of living
Blasts at once
The time-capsule.