Tree Of The Mountain (An Autobiography) Poem by Ketan Hukare

I emerge from the heart of the mountain
And see the clods with grace
Breathing at the peak
I stare at the never ending space

I bear the loads of all four seasons
I live and let live other
And the sun, my chum
The only one for me who bothers

On my stand I behold waterfalls
Falling don from the rocks of my lair
I see uncle and aunt stand s tall
I so small; nature thinks it is fair

Poets talk about my talk with wind
They discuss about the birds on me
That's misery; appreciation so mock
Every morning I weep, can't they see?

My tears are swept by the Sun
The rain brings me joy and smile
I live on my own, what a fun!
And breath on the land so fertile