A poet of the waste land

Flowing,Vibrant with.

For years and yearsWas cut down,Cut down one dayAnd it took many days,Many days to finish it,First they cameAnd went up the treeTo chop off the branchesOne by oneAnd thereafter the bigger onesAnd then the stem,The stem was started hitting,Hewing and hewingTill it tumbled and fell downWith the greenery in chaosAnd desertion and ruin.

And the master-friendly dogAs the Bhairava attendant marking all that.

But a bad boy,A very bad boy,What to say,How to put it before?If your son is a bad boy,A bad boy,A very bad boy!God will punish him,He will get the punishment fromOr should it be not?

Snap the photos of hers.

Is she his loveOr love of Nature?Who Lucy is,The small girlWith innocent love,Is it innocent love personified?