I see a man:
He sits atop the roof of his house
Idle.
There is something broken about him
Something deathly silent;
He sits staring intently
At my tree;
He is a loner, I can tell
A man of few, but meaningful words:
Who seeks the healing of the soul.
The silent majesty of my tree
The age, the warm beauty
Tell him the same soothing tale
I too often seek:
A tale of perseverance through drought
Of discipline in adversity
Of dignified endurance in storm
A tale of death in autumns and rebirth in springs,
I can see his spirit respond
To the balming tale of regeneration.
His eyes sparkle with tears of realized pain;
And hope buds of life beyond it.
He looks my way
And we share a moment of humanity
Linked in pain
Seeking the healing
Through nature
God
And each other.
*...to me trees are the biggest warmest bear hugs nature has ever handed out....they inspire me thus.
what a personification, , the empathy in the last lines is superb, , , excellent theme, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , trees are such loving crearure and specially when they are old..10
I can see his spirit respond To the balming tale of regeneration It took you a tad longer to let go of such a deeply trenched love. I can see stories of many a seasons in this work; truly a finest tribute to nature. I have also nursed the same love and some of these distinguished giants that add to the beauty of Lahore have become my permanent mental furniture- an ambience of eternal peace with nature Thanks indeed rehan hyder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice interesting poem.10++