Air of unreality
Salai ZTLian
Storm air shakes old trees
Including the seeds of those trees
Its not just dream, but in present atmosphere
Including political and religious World
Storm air destroys all of natural entity
By its own ego
Nature's lover feels bitter
Living in unnatural atmosphere
Going, going towards natural entity
With murmuring the storm air
But the storm air is everywhere
Unpretending flower there
Seems to welcome with its nature
But the storm air touched it
Natural lover punches his head
Thinking of present atmosphere
Is there still real in present atmosphere?
Are all digging their own holes only?
(Note; Thank Salai C Alexander for edit this poem)
