MONUMENT
When the blue far sky turned saffron and glowed in the dying twilight
Like a picture that brightens at its height in an ending candle light.
When the fluttering sound of the retreating birds heard across the sky
The deserted, shrivelled tree began leafing out again for hosting them dearly
The grand old tree loved the birds and was happy to welcome them as guests
He guarded them from wild wind and pouring rain with leaves and twigs
He spent his joyous days playing with their newly hatched cute little chicks
The tree, one day, stood helpless, sad and tearful waving at the parting birds
Seasons passed, the birds flew back searching the big tree to rest on and sing
Alas! They found in its place a dead, dried up tree with fallen leaves and twigs
With a broken heart in a cracked trunk the snag stood aloof like a monument
Without life or tears in it to wave off the birds flocking away in disappointment!
With a broken heart! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you very much dear Edward. It's painful to have been ignored by the loved ones
So sad....! It is depressing to see a tree dying out! I liked the way you have described the tree in varying seasons and how it has played a hospitable host to all chirping birds and their fledglings! A lovely poem that deserves top marks!
Thank you Dr.valsa George. Your encouraging comments really hail me to poeti heights. Thank you
Yes Devi Krishnakumar, It's the story not only of the tree but also is of those who give love and care
Alas! The tree has become a monument. In fact it touches our heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an imagination sir