Well here I am a little tree
In my shade you can rest for free
Travelers sit under me to rest
On my branches birds make many a nest
Many people pluck fruits from me
Sometimes I care but I let them be
After all everything is free
and it makes the people happy
But today was a strange day
No longer children came to play
Only one boy came and buckled his shoe
But after that he angrily went too
It was then I realized it is autumn
Day by day leaves are leaving me glum
After all they fall onto the ground
Without telling me, without making a sound
And to make matters worse
A woodcutter drove a wedge into me
I am sure on me somebody has put a curse
Because if I had evaded the attack I could be free
In a few weeks I'll be cut
Maybe into small pieces of wood
Maybe to build a hut
But I will be gone for good
-Gaurang Rao
So heartfelt..
ReplyDeleteA tree's emotions...very well captured.. :)
Aww, thats so sad. Such a nice tree too . .
ReplyDelete........dhole
sad ending,
ReplyDeletemoving words.
oy...i hate to see trees cut down just to build another house that will sit empty...sad for the tree....
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the awareness of the tree in this poem. It was a sad tale but the perspective was a good one.
i hate seeing trees cut donw too. it's always a sad day
ReplyDeletefour eager senryu