Souls Of Woods At Library Poem by Upendra Majhi

soul of the woods, for a few seconds appear,
beyond the big glass pane,
an elliptical yellow- green -grey cylinder,
to soon disappear followed by leaves neighbour
to fly and gently flutter
and place falls into peaceful silence,
all leaves at peace with each other,
yet in silent whisper.
such soul seen by greenpeacer,
woods at times working out, a non verbal algorithm,
forms a matrix of symbols,
of leaves and branches,
leaves, big and small,
old and new,
in branch and falling
in inertia and in motion,
as if writing an answer paper,
it is non-verbal, it is non-numeral, with circles, trianges, eliipses,
and their venn-diagrams.
with a discerning eye can be retrieved from woods' neuron.