A Dear Tree Poem by Pijush Biswas

A Dear Tree

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Not to touch, not to climb!
Its breakable for tender limb!
I would claim upon every fellow
As mellow fruits grew yellow.

'Twas a Guava tree on courtyard-
Shrill sound of chirping bird
Or, shadow of the fruit tree
'Oft led me to get relief out of lee.

So I did no mistake to turn
It heart-felt beauty, or to earn
Perfection in my reckoning hand
In making wall 'tween band.

Its too weak, yet quite fruitfull
So much I loved it; they're null-
'O a petty mistake may harm it! '
So I made it lone and discrete.

But dear things last brief in life
It's life, as uneasy as ride on cliff.
As our love is too heavy to be bore
By it, eternity pulls it back ever before.

Its a gruesome night she came
The heartless storm-to make lame
The earth, even all beings; or to mow
My dear tree, making it's head bow.




[Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words" in January,2018]

A Dear Tree
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yash Shinde 25 May 2014

Its a gruesome night she came The heartless storm-to make lame The earth, even all beings; or to mow My dear tree, making it's head bow ________________________________ A classy end....! The way you personified the storm and tree is commendable! Kudos!

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Ramesh Rai 18 January 2016

Trees are most sensitive and they realize each phenomena of life. Nice work..

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 05 December 2015

Verily, a heart touching poem,

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 August 2015

Nice work with the muse of your style dedicated to this tree.

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Valsa George 25 August 2015

Guava trees are very flexible, but quite sturdy. So a wind cannot easily break it! It might, of course bow under the wind's might! As Yash has commented, a beautiful concluding stanza! Enjoyed!

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Yash Shinde 25 May 2014

Its a gruesome night she came The heartless storm-to make lame The earth, even all beings; or to mow My dear tree, making it's head bow ________________________________ A classy end....! The way you personified the storm and tree is commendable! Kudos! I invite you to read my poem-To bosom thee...I'll rise

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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas

Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India
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