one would heal another
one would'nt stand there
to see the sick one droop and wither
they do it not for a fare
they converse... their pains they share
to heal one another
their whispers we do hear
their conversation we don't decipher
to know their plights..it is not clear
man doesnt heal...man slaughters
to hear his ears aren't sharp
to slaughter his axe he sharpens
[one tree healing or curing another tree is not an illusion it is a proven fact]
Wah... This is a new knowledge to me. With this write i am very curious to read more of 'healing' I salute you for being one among those wonderful trees And to share with us, this great delight of wisdom. Thank you.
A great tribute to trees. Well said. I recollect my childwood thats sheltered me. Thanks for sharing with me.
'man doesnt heal...man slaughters to hear his ears aren't sharp to slaughter his axe he sharpens' Brilliant composition. Delighted,10++
An unthought of view An unheard of piece of wisdom As always you open Skylights in my mind! Thanks for letting in The rays of Gyana's Sun In to enlighten our souls and lives! Angel
man doesnt heal...man slaughters to hear his ears aren't sharp to slaughter his axe he sharpens.......what live and lovely imagination abt life n nonlife object..... we stand to extinct the things where as they stand for togetherness//... lovely poemwith pure and scred thiughts.......reagrds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing information... with sad truth about 'MAN' wish man cud understand the power to heal to strengthen oneself then to believe in slaughtering...