"Smoke"

Half-burned heap of hay by the pond
Watching the yellowish smoke on
Yellow leaves falling down beside it
The air is blowing towards me

Dense water quitted to image sky
The blue has been doing under it
Astonished thinking caught in me
He is adoring for bad in the area

Where everybody is mesmerized
All want good from top to bottom
Shivering winds pierce not them
Evil spirits prying from their cheek

Where few are left with benevolence
Children under this circumstance growing
People splitting them for wealth
Cutting trees for the amusement 

Affections uprooted in human being
Where trust has no validity
Pushing them towards death
Weak persons are alike weeds.