Thursday, December 30, 2010

Poem 52 - A Tree's Life


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





7 comments:

  1. So heartfelt..
    A tree's emotions...very well captured.. :)

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  2. Aww, thats so sad. Such a nice tree too . .

    ........dhole

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  3. 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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  4. Thank you for visiting The Friday Forgotten and linking your post. Your imagination and creativity should never lie dusty in a dark corner of your blog. We are happy to help clear away the cobwebs.

    I enjoyed the awareness of the tree in this poem. It was a sad tale but the perspective was a good one.

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  5. i hate seeing trees cut donw too. it's always a sad day

     four eager senryu

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