Minnoor srinivasan

Name It - Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

Breeze wooed and whispered
In the rustle
Of the ear-leaves
Of the tree:
“I love dear”

The tree in a mood,
Self forgetful,
Spoke to the breeze;
“I pine for you”

So, the breeze replied
“You are the tree pine”.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 24, 2011

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