Neela Nath


My Chestnut Tree - Poem by Neela Nath

The Chestnut tree
my favorite friend
has grown yellow,
yellow, yellow
shedding leaves,
one, two and three
and four..
My hollow mind
blanked its pitcher
to go and go to
hollow, hollow..
Tearing my tear
breaking my nerves
it tore its root
and throwing as spam,
it cut its branch
and deleted green-show
no, no, no, no, no!
How can it go?
My chestnut tree
was there any fault
didn't I love you
or loved me more?
It's good to forget
if I'm not in mind,
and better not to
see from behind.
I know you'll go
but always feel
your thin shadow,
your cobweb-drill,
tracking my soul
and my ethereal mail,
without me your
heart must fail.
My chestnut tree,
we are glued soul
if one goes then
other will roll.


Comments about My Chestnut Tree by Neela Nath

  • Freshman - 728 Points Shahzia Batool (10/4/2013 5:35:00 AM)

    My chestnut tree,
    we are glued soul
    if one goes then
    other will roll.

    though it doesn't have the direct comparative scene with Donne's twin compasses conceit, but still in the effect on the other soul, we relish the same flavour!
    good poem! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013


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