nobody except me
and the tree
took out my last printed
book of verse
silence made by nature
two birds were there
tried to communicate
tried but failure made them flied
only the tree
alone followed my coffin
the book I opened
but shadowed
rather coffin I opened but shadowed
asked to make me free
simply a leaf dropped
on my coffin of thoughts
the book I gifted
at its feet
wind blew hard
opened the page...
'my footsteps are not of me
as if night got my steps
to breed some words
to bind with a string
unseen only sense
could touch
its proportion'
wind away
and me alone
silent tree
measured me
Or me to the Tree!
Pranab k c
30/01/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem