I breathe,
the scorching struggle and spiny pain
stabbing
on my green soul
for making shadow
to so many
resting
under my
tree.
Lovely write. I really like this one, there are many underlying feelings here. Beautiful poetry.
Good poem in this short piece. The leaf i the most powerful machine in the world. It feeds us all.
... And yet, I will not cease to make shade for those who rest under my tree. Unfortunately, sometimes 'good' requires great 'sacrifice.' A wonderful poem with depth. Thank you.
Simply outstanding lines of verse are used here. Scarcely we come across this kind estimable stuff. It is short so what it is very sweet. May so much thought is told in a very few words. Words are used scanty Yet the effect on the mind reader is deep................ A great poem by a Baronial poet. If gotta grade the poem - A1 is the rating. Hello friend bye for now.............
The leaflets that led to its free flowing heartfelt ideas are of enormous energy-they have in them the sun since their photosynthesis but they do not express their griefs as they have the tenacity and capability like the sun who has since dawn decided our trigonometric days and nights-but nights as per life`s anecdotes are more than the weight of a day so craved for.In another form its dishappiness in proportion to happiness.In some other forms, some other annotations.Delineated beautifully.
The provider of cool shade, short and says a lot gently...regards
I quite liked the ending sentiments of your poem, both warming and haunting. Certainly a lot to expand on here as a theme.
Quick but straight to the point. I enjoyed reading it very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DO you bleed? ? and if you bleed soon the precious amber the blood to be.. Again you do very well Vipin, i dont know but i can sense the pain so much, but i know the wound will heal soon....Nice write for sure :) _Unwritten SOul