A new sapling speeds up skyward
In glade among jungle strong trees
It does shallow roots lightly stored
No side boughs likes to increase
It would emulate the highest tops
To show hegemony and pride
Win its goals in abundant crops
That seems unlikely and wild
Its dome blooms not nor gets fruits
Its trunk too still slender and weak
No cool shade to protect its roots
But hollow rhetoric, it does speak
Its life's poor always under threat
It staggers with the gentle breeze
Beneath load it cringes like puppet
With first storm falls on its knees
It's better to live nearby truth
Accept the real, cope in peace
Own, others' pain heed and soothe
Arrogance and pride are beneath.
Kassem Oude
On Monday, January 23,2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem! I truly love it