Is There Any Specific Name The Tree That Drops Something Like Tears? - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Hey! Young twitter bird smells like cinnamon
You're very talkative like your beautiful Mom!
Still remember the bygone days how she danced?
You ask where are the fruits
A good question exactly.
There were times really I was laden with juicy fruits
O the migrant birds trespssed from different countries.
I had golden leaves like paper notes
All gone with the short-sighted wind!
I am just a hollow, skeleton tree like a retired politician!
You only hear my wordless singsong
And see the termites dance happily on the bark.
Not necessary an Axe!
Just give a mild push
And I give you a bagful of firewood!
* 'Thank you for reading my poems;
May you find a stream within yourself,
where a child sits weaving melodies,
to sing to your soul.....
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