Dr John Celes (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)
The Weird Tree of Poetry- Why?
I see more branches on this tree,
With twigs and leaves, they can’t carry;
I see the weight of canopy
More than the trunk of poetry!
I see some buds don’t flower at all;
Some buds and flowers seem to fall;
I see a tree covered by pall,
That grows so very near a wall!
I see some birds come build their nest,
And live so happily with zest;
I see some parts of tree well-dressed,
But I don’t know when fruits grow best!
I see a few trees wither, dry;
Their massiveness makes me just cry;
My best to know the reasons why,
I continue in vain and try.
Some centuries old, still remain,
And get good name, fame, sun and rain;
Though stumps with roots, half-dead, not bane,
They live and sprout a bit, again!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-09-2013
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