A Tree Of Love Poem by Surya Pratap Singh

The winter tells the tale of season's sadness,
As a poet tells the tale of lover's madness,
As a fruit speaks of the ecstasies of the tree,
As the air blows through my hair; cold gentle breeze,

In autumn they depart and fall off the tree,
such are the merciless lovers; the leaves,
My love too has a season of autumn,
The leaves on the tree sprout back; my long gone love never returned,

Sprouts and flowers and fruits and seeds,
Without them the tree can so and so live,
without the leaves, tree's a weed,
As do i, longing in my lover's need.