Oak Tree Poem by Nithin Jacob

There was an Oak tree, stood still
Years passed by, stiff and steady
People noticed, shared their views
Some took rest underneath it
Lot many soul were buried besides it
There was an Oak tree, stood still
The tree was green & beautiful
Shadows hit upon a stranger, a winds call
He read his name on a little branch
He was drawn to a funny place
Where kids were playing, flying the kite
Breeze was sweet, shades gave him sleep
People had so much to talk, slight to listen
Many were born, few had died
And the very own stranger read his name
He read his name again & again on a little branch
He read on that little branch that
Buried beside the tree on the 27th March! !