A Tree In Thought Of His Mother Poem by kanav justa
A Tree In Thought Of His Mother
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
Kanav, magnificent poem. Poems written on mother charms me. Your poem is as equal to the poem of kamala Dass which i read months ago. You imagination is very rich. THANKS Again. Jooking forward to more poems
Beautiful flow of words from your pen. She protects him from vultures old, severe heat and cold. Yes, very true said. she cover her child with blanket of warmth protection. Who else can do? When flower had bloomed into tree, he longs for her grace. Very true said...Wonders that tree in an empty room.........I loved each lines.. Loved this poem very much Kanav.
Kanav ji, excellent the poem is perfect tribute, to mother. You convey your feeling clearly. The use of metaphor makes the poem attractive. Such poems as yours are more relavent in android age. Thanks for creating such a poem.
i'll send Kanav a message about this one. thanks for sharing. ;) bri
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 :)
.......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 :)
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.
veryyyyyyyyy beautiful as well as emotional tribute to maaaa.....! beautifully written with great technique of metaphor... wonderful..100 on 10, ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful imagery! Most heartfelt bittersweet emotion... I am so very delighted to become acquainted with your pen. Touché Sir Poet!