As people pass by,
My parts (logs) remain left behind.
Once born in soil,
Will return back as such.
Once was i blooming in grace,
Chirrupings once heard,
Often called the 'nature's song.'
Will they wonder
Why me is absent this day?
Affection shown by passers,
Will they wonder
Why me is absent this day?
Dwellings being made,
My hand (trunk) being the base.
Those first flights being taught.
Those promises being framed.
Me was contented,
In being a friend,
To both friend and foe.
May it be harsh or soft,
In all times i stood,
Stood tall,
Sometimes autumn teasing me,
Sometimes spring giving me a new life.
Everything is lost now,
Nobody left to wonder
Over my absence.
All my past,
Forgotten and 'forgiven',
By my creator.
Nothing left to lament over.
So,
Who am i to put this in rhyme?
You'll never wonder,
As me was never present,
Inside your heart.
And so,
too rhymless
Will sound this rhyme.
Nice touch my friend....loved the imagery as you painted this romantic scene....nicely penned and well painted
Hello Rahul another wonderful poem i enjoyed reading it Very well written
very good and straightforward words! we have to take care love and nature in balance! keep writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely and romantic! let's hear Beethoven's L'Adieu Piano Sonata when read this words! keep writing!