Tree grows, with scars in bark and
Shedding leaves, flowers and fruits
They are buried down the root
Often sprouts out to remind
Those days of,
Sweet memories or painful experiences.
Very interesting Viju... would like to read more of your work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Viju, Tree... ...often sprouts out to remind those days of Sweet memories Or painful experiences beautifully worded poem. Speaks directly with the heart. The scars on the bark grows with the tree, never disappears. So are the marks of the leaves shed. Without saying it in so many words, you have likened the life of a tree with the life of a human being. A fantastic poetic experience. Thank you for sharing. Keep writing.