Me And The Tree Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

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