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Vivek Tiwari

Rookie - 81 Points (23 July 1985 / Gaura (R.S.) Pratapgarh)

Planting The Saplings

These saplings that I plant
Shall grow in youthful lusty bloom
With beautiful hues and sweet fragrance
In My Garden before my door.

Among the plants with laden flowers
Shall I sit serenity blessed
Easing in cot or swing or chair
Viewing the beauty wide expressed.

I shall glance and glare and sing
To all its heart exulting scenes
Its ecstasy of melodious musing
Of wasps murmuring and humming bees;
Singing birds and cuckoos' rhyming
Shall teach my heart a divine ease.

I shall be me young again
Bubbling heart of warm enthusiasm
To follow the flies
To hold their tails
To sing with Nature her throated romance.

Till the veins are tired to sweep
And the heart is lulled to sleep
Serenity's serene my brain doth feel
To reward my soul with grandest peace.

Submitted: Monday, January 07, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem though literally is a simple poem expressing the poet's love for Nature but it has a symbolic meaning. These saplings are not mere saplings but they are our duty. If in our life we keep on planting the saplings of duty when we have the power in our limbs, we shall enjoy their fruits and rewards throughout the life and even when death (that last four lines suggest) invites us we shall have a glow of serenity upon our face, the serenity of satisfaction that our life has not been a rubbish but an eventful one.

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  • Veteran Poet - 2,750 Points Hazel Durham (1/8/2013 10:01:00 AM)

    So beautifully and intricately woven with nature as our teacher in life showing us we have to work to enjoy the fruits of our labour! Outstanding write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 81 Points Vivek Tiwari (1/7/2013 11:07:00 PM)

    I think and even believe that life in youth age may yield a better and more beautiful and delicious a fruit than any a plant can give coz if you look and keep the duties of life like a sapling it yields more glorious a fruit of successes and fame that out of the pleasure it emits your whole life be full of happiness and pleasure. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 781 Points Thomas A Robinson (1/7/2013 10:44:00 PM)

    Like the saplings that grow and eventually bear fruit, provide shade and shelter, nest for bedding birds, and beauty
    for the eye to behold...are not the lives of our youth the same. To grace the ancient oaks still standing that life is renewed and that they may take peace in a new stronger even more energetic and productive youth (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,073 Points Neela Nath (1/7/2013 8:36:00 PM)

    This is an allegory.I love the central idea. Nature is the best teacher. Life imitates nature and art imitates life. Thus the concept of double imitation comes.Kudos brother! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 7,299 Points Sandra Feldman (1/7/2013 7:46:00 PM)

    You are able to transmit Serenity, Peace, Love of Nature totally at ease. Very nicely expressed.. I have never done Yoga, but I think the physical and mental feeling of relaxation and well being may be similar (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,718 Points * Sunprincess * (1/7/2013 12:51:00 PM)

    i agree with your poet's notes.. if we try to do the right thing
    then we shall have a great reward..a beautiful write..
    thanks so much for sharing! (Report) Reply

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