The lonely Tree


I have been standing for years
lending ears to many persons
walking below their lively days
some, who sat beneath or came
to fulfill their needs, be it any.

The birds had built many a nest
I have seen fledglings groomed
who fly away not to be seen again
people to whom I gave cool shade
be it the hot sun or the cold rain.

The kids who pelted me with stones
at me to let go of the fruits on them
I did not mind for reason though
little they knew, they did disturb
nests secure, be it high or low.

Many a kid climbed me or made
swings I supported with my arms
I have seen good times and seasons
prospered in bounty, long years
all, to offer, be it flowers or fruits.

I have seen bad times, these days
my arms cut, citing obstruction
The pollution seeps to the ground
affects my health causing me pain
I weep, by shed leaves oozing gum.

I know time will come when one
sees me, an obstacle to their plans
I will be glad who ends my agony
now everyone shuns a sore me
my memories will die, be it so…

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28 thoughts on “The lonely Tree

  1. this poem broke my heart…You are a tree man and I am a tree woman… we feel the trees sorrow. I am in New Mexico high in the mountains where the desert trees – junipers in particular get to live out their lives as gnarled old men and women instead of being cut down as adolescents – I have sprigs of fragrant juniper in vases around the house to remind me that some trees can live out their lives in relative peace. I believe that our being able to “see” them matters on some level that I can’t comprehend

    1. Thank you Sara for your comments, i didn’t mean to break your heart though, but then, be it a tree or anything from the animal kind, i like to jot down my perceptions šŸ™‚ I know how much, they too, mean to you…

  2. Somehow this made me heavy…. May be its old, tired n needs rest but these old trees exude not just shade but lot more…. I have seen my Dad and mom talk n caress them fondly and have seen the response back without much delay …probably this has made me see life in them and parting gets difficult for emotional beings!

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