Palas Kumar Ray

Rookie - 326 Points (20-05-1963 / India)

Date Palm Trees Where Weaver-Birds Built Their Nests. - Poem by Palas Kumar Ray

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

They were there waiting to be killed
for committing no crime to mankind.
but for meeting It's starvation for space.
They bore tasty little fruits,
I loved them a lot to eat
and gave my friends as treat.
In winter they gave us juice, so sweet! so warm!
and I would keep waiting for winter to come.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Though they didn't Vex
those three men with axe.
they came and fell them down
one by one.
They axed them into pieces
when other pieces dried.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

No one did cry
no plants, no human, not even I
only a few weaver birds chirped,
whirling over our heads
encircling their nests
fallen on the ground
which rested there on top of the tree
little while ago.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

I wished, I get the nest
which was intact than the rest,
rested beyond my reach
at the tip of the fallen tree.
It was so beautiful to look!
I wanted to decorate my room.
I tried, but soon I cried 'ouch! '
a pointed leaf of date tree
pierced my leg, I restrained.
But a man of those three
soon came with a knife
chopped and punished those leaves
and fetched me the nest.
I rewarded him with a smile.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

The weaver birds chirped
whirling above, perhaps cried
as I was carrying the nest.
How nicely they've woven the nest!
I was thinking and 'wow! 'I exclaimed,
there were nestlings inside!

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Nestlings were so lovely,
so cute, I touched them softly,
took them on my palm with care,
much care, lest they fall and die.
'Death? ' I feared 'No I must save them'
I thought myself 'I must help thee'.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Soon I rushed to the man
sought for his help again.
I wanted him hang the nest there
in the branch of a coconut tree near.
'It won't be that easy to save them dear '
he said as he thought for a while.
But lastly he did what I wished.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

He climbed the coconut tree, I knew for me,
threw the other end of a rope
where I tightly tied the nest.
Gently, carefully he took it to the top
he tied the nest there in the rib of a coconut leaf.
the weaver birds still whirled
chirping, I thought now they laughed.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. 

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Comments about Date Palm Trees Where Weaver-Birds Built Their Nests. by Palas Kumar Ray

  • (5/10/2009 1:08:00 PM)

    this was one of the first poems i read and it immediately made it to my fav list. today i read it again. its so moving and shows your skill at weaving a story with dexterity and compassion, building up a climax.
    Buddha said its only a tree that gives shade even to a person who comes to axe it
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  • (2/9/2009 11:37:00 PM)

    superb narration sir...................well penned (Report) Reply

  • (11/1/2008 4:35:00 PM)

    It holds your interest. a visual treat, empathy, relocation, joy and sorrow, sensitivity and insensivity, very touching story styled poem, I like it.You have wasted much time in its structure arranged. Thank you for sharing.+10. (Report) Reply

  • Sarwar Chowdhury (10/9/2008 9:12:00 AM)

    fine flow with rythm.....a poetic story.......have touched me!
    neat and clean composition..........10+

    (my new-'Because of love do not entrap)
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  • (9/19/2008 7:17:00 PM)

    Lovely story, very touching! A 10! (Report) Reply

  • (9/19/2008 1:07:00 PM)

    A very poignant story.Profound and quite beautiful.One of your very best.

    As always,

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  • Indira Renganathan (8/17/2008 9:36:00 AM)

    A touching plea to protect the environment.Good story-poem.Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • (8/9/2008 11:50:00 PM)

    a very beautiul narrative poem, composed so it holds your interest. a visual treat, empathy, relocation, joy and sorrow, sensitivity and insensivity of man- Palas this i have really enjoyed it goes to my fav list 10+++ AND MORE

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  • (7/23/2008 9:42:00 PM)

    one and all, we build our nests upon the blessings in the environment around...but the pity is that while we want to build more and more we tend to destroy environment even more...a poem with a masterly insight 10 (Report) Reply

  • (7/19/2008 6:21:00 AM)

    Translocation by nesting.. I LOVE IT and makes be go all coconutty! ! ! You weavered the storyline brilliantly too! ! I'll be back.. (Report) Reply

  • (6/23/2008 2:30:00 AM)

    Most atrocious to axe those date palm trees and make the weaver birds suffer! Man, because he is stronger, he feels he has the right to destroy! (Report) Reply

  • (6/18/2008 5:58:00 PM)

    I appreciated the narrative, and above all the compassion and action. Thanks Palas. How many would have done the same? (Report) Reply

  • Dipika P (6/17/2008 10:52:00 AM)

    nicely said...described truely well...keep writing! ! (Report) Reply

  • (6/16/2008 9:25:00 PM)

    Date Palm..... a story in length to show how irresponsible humans at times.....
    expressive lines...
    simple narratives can give a thought so powerful.
    Good write
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  • Susan Jarvis (6/15/2008 3:39:00 PM)

    An epic of a poem - wonderful words to tell a beautiful tale. S :) (Report) Reply

  • (6/15/2008 2:05:00 PM)

    'No one did cry
    no plants, no human, not even I
    only a few weaver birds chirped...' - lovely, touching, wonderful story telling poem!
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  • (6/15/2008 1:42:00 PM)

    A very nice story-poem touching reader's heart. It displays your tender heart! (Report) Reply

  • Vidi Writes (6/15/2008 9:23:00 AM)

    Ohh Nice one.
    Here i read about those three trees
    The most touching part is about
    Those birds who lost their peace.
    But luckily, got it restored.

    It reminds me the plight of
    Those gifted strengths within us
    We cut them into pieces for no reason
    Let those birds within us to get destroyed.

    Then sit and cry for mercy and love
    How can we ever shed tears?
    When we ourselves the reasons
    For those pierced hearts.

    Humane gestures like
    What we read in this poem, rare
    Lukcy are those who still survive
    Through the tenderness and care.

    Thank you dear poet, truely touched by your gesture
    To those birds and words.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 5, 2014

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