A Fruit-Laden Tree! Poem by Shahzia Batool
A Fruit-Laden Tree!
This thought is upon a fruit-laden Tree
Whose fruits and shades for all were free
It looked at many a rich harvests
Experienced many a droughts
It bore the pangs of scorching sun,
Raining, hailing and snowfall
It witnessed the reigns of many a kings
it sung the notes of many a seasons
Heard moral tales of rise and fall
It was the friend of the big and small
It read of many a coup de tat
Seeds and tender infant plants
Grew under its cool and bounteous shades
Many a travelers took rest and relief
Under its fertile boughs and leaf-arcades;
Last night, the death angel claimed its claim
Now tender plants will grow in pain
Face to face with sunlight and rain
But, the up torn tree will never be rooted again!
Yes, torn tree will never be rooted again...A Wonderful tribute, may his soul rest in peace. Thank you for sharing this beautiful write.
Great tribute to you dearest uncle. The eldest head is like a, as Ramesh Rai Ji has rightly said, like a banyan. tree. which provides shade, protection and allows smaller plants to grow under its wings. Great write. May God rest his soul in peace.
Thank you Wahab bhai for the comment, in the quoted lines, READ (pronounced-RED) as in past tense, it is in consistency with the verbs used in the past tense.
Clever look at life just leaving our memories as the years condemn we soak the pain and cry inside...enjoyed the structure of the poem...regards
it is sad. and it is always. and forever and the picture you made. i hope the small plants will grow into the big trees... best wishes
Seeds and tender infant plants Grew under its cool and bounteous shades... Now tender plants will grow in pain Face to face with sunlight and rain... It's sad reality of life...My dad was A Fruit-Laden Tree 4 me...May the Almighty give me strength n courage 2 b the same tree 4 others...
The poem was getting ever so happy, then suddenly there is that dark angel Oh why? But the entire piece portrays life However good, or great we are, the end will come sometimes. Well done. Just brilliant Mohabeer Beeharry
lost time can never b found again... memories are painful... beautiful description in the memory of a Person who lived so long and made place in every heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 2:03:44 AM # 1.0.0
Really a praiseworthy write.10+ of course.