The Treasure Tree Poem by Vivek Tiwari

'Grandpa as ye told
Once there was a time
When this tree was blessed with greenery
Lustrous of its prime. [1]

Sheltering nothing but joy and pleasure
Sweetest fruits hanging
Beautiest flowers ever blooming
Golden birds singing. [2]

Then how now trunk so weak and rugged
And roots withered and dried?
Why mere gnarled branches bending
Flowers and leaves deprived? [3]

Are the roots not so deep
Where to strength and nourishment find,
Or the soul missed thoroughly
The health this tree doth bind? ' [4]

'Yes my child, I stick to the point
Once it was a time
When this tree was blessed with glory
Lustrous of its prime. [5]

Sheltering nothing but joy and pleasure
And sweetest fruits hanging,
Beautiest flowers ever blooming
Golden birds singing. [6]

And it was so strength bound
That many and many storms it bore
And still stood quite unmoved
Among many quakes and disastrous roar. [7]

But all was for well cared and looked
By unconditional arborists' duty
With soil and water their sweat did pour
To enhance its lustrous beauty. [8]

But about some centuries ago
A western foxy wind did blow
(Unlike that richening western)
Of fake comforts and luxuries' show. [9]

Cheated the souls and diseased the hearts
Quite detached (the people) with love and care
Poison affected the memory's corner
To forget the joy beneath they share'. [10]

It shook and shook the neglected tree
Stole all fruits and shed all leaves,
Caged away those golden birds
And chocked the happy lives. [11]

So this tree looks weak and rugged
And roots withered and dried
Therefore look these branches gnarled
Beauty and colour deprived. [12]

But neither the roots are dried dead
Nor the soil health deprived
But all that's there is care devoid
And water of faith is lacking wide. [13]

Roots are deepened to the thousand centuries
But soil has missed the smoothness softy
That needs all but turning out the soil
To enrich its fertility. [14]

That brings strength to the weakening trunk
To be blessed with muscular might,
Needs removed unwanted creepers
(Strangling the tree so tight) [15]

To give our Future the Renowned Shelter
To live, to grow pleasure abide
Brightening the Halo with Golden Glory
That crowns Ancestral Pride.' [16]