Dead Tree Poem by Seema Aarella
Dead Tree
I try to steal a chunk of sleep
From the eyes of a dozing infant
And reinforce my fading dreams
I try to lure the ethereal stillness
From the site of his cottage
To set an ambience around me
I carry the onus of desires
One by one, like the army of ants
And stack it safely before a storm
Soaring with my slender wings
I scan every garden for bright tokens
And tuck it along the twigs of my nest
I walk along the shores of time
Watching the ebb and tide of emotions
To learn the art of constant resurgence
Some nights I plead the stubborn sky
To dropp off a star at my every wish
In a state of juvenile madness
But it did not happen
The carnival of love never came
To the cheerless town of my heart
Still the spring of my desire waits
On the divested branch of time
Just lingering there, around that dead tree.
Sweet poetry. In fact very sweet. especillay the 5th stanza.
thnq, seema for drawing my attention to this particular poem of urs...to be a tree-dead or alive-and nothing more!
This is beautiful poetry, a dead tree waits for rebirth, while you are waiting filling time decorating your nest to make an enchanting scene. 10++
A good treatment of words to an awaiting lonely heart for love Seema...but why do you say 'a dead. tree'? ... does it suit a hopeful love...good poem anyway10
Longing and hope in the last two stanzas is very appealing. A lovely poem.10
lovely words! you are absolutely one of most talented poets from India! keep writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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WOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ONE OF THE BEST AND FINEST POEMS.will desist the temptation of analysising it word by word or line by line.such analysis will mar its beauty.