A Tree In Thought Of His Mother Poem by kanav justa

A Tree In Thought Of His Mother

Rating: 4.8


spring dies
she watches the leaves decay
winter mirror in her eyes
the sun lightyears away

yet a flower blooms
Safely in her bosom
oblivious of the winters around

as she protects him from the vultures old
from the scorching heat and the weather cold

even the strongest gale
must uproot her first
before it could pick the flower young

as long as she is there
the flower shall bloom in every season
without fail

and now the flower has become a big tree
in dreams of his sleep he sometimes sees
how she sailed away to some foreign place
in the winter he longs for her grace

and when everones gay, in the season spring
and the birds at the sky they sweetly sing
wonders that tree in an empty room
how his flowers forgot to bloom

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anthony Burkett 25 January 2014

Wonderful imagery! Most heartfelt bittersweet emotion... I am so very delighted to become acquainted with your pen. Touché Sir Poet!

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Rishabh Bidya 24 January 2014

Just as always, great work! ! ! : D

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Dinesan Madathil 23 January 2014

Once a blooming flower tells its tale it will have the same fragrance. 'The Tree in Thought' has many saplings and this tale will be told to many and many. A poem that made me nostalgic...

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Valerie Dohren 22 January 2014

A beautiful tribute to your mother Kanav, and excellent use of metaphor. Well done.

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Ruby Mostazir 22 January 2014

very very touching! i can relate this with my mom & i will definitely do all this for my daughter too...... nice poem Kanav, i will vote 10 for this :)

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Bri Edwards 05 February 2016

Favorite lines: “even the strongest gale must uproot her first before it could pick the flower young” but my computer and my ‘brain’ tell me there is something wrong with a word here: “and when everones gay, in the season spring” ………….everyone’s/everyone is …….? :) :) I think “his” flowers did not bloom because “he” had no flowers. I do think some trees do not produce flowers or fruit. some are definitely called male and female. maybe the females should wear saris/dresses so you and I can tell the difference? bri :)

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* Sunprincess * 16 January 2015

.......dear kanav :) this special tribute poem is one of the best tribute poems, I have ever read...if not the best....and it is definitely one of the most special poems you have ever written with your magical ink :) ....so easily you penned it so beautifully...and I know it comes straight from your heart.....I love it :)

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Rajesh Thankappan 07 December 2014

As children grow up they under the pressure of their peer group sometimes strays away from their parents thought they hold them firmly at heart. An excellent poem and loved reading it.

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Chris G. Vaillancourt 08 May 2014

This is a lovely, thought-provoking poem.

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Shraddha The Poetess 03 March 2014

veryyyyyyyyy beautiful as well as emotional tribute to maaaa.....! beautifully written with great technique of metaphor... wonderful..100 on 10, ..

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