Tending To Fall This Bald Tree Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Tending To Fall This Bald Tree
Who are there you catch,
This bald tree is tending to fall,
As no leaves are there in tree
No greenness is witnessed,
As few leaves counting from
One to seven, fourteen to forty-two
From two to twenty,
No one can count now less than no,
Either leaves have fallen down
Or these are deactivated within trunk,
But tree is drunk and shrunk,
Its intention no one understands,
There is no cyclone or storm,
No heavy rain or earthquake,
No one is pushing or pulling,
But the bald tree is tending to fall!
Who are you there you check,
You are one bearing fourteen branches,
Or you are fourteen bearing one branch,
Or you have four hundred or
Fourteen hundred branches,
Naming each branch with a fictitious dream,
But here we see one bald tree
And many branches of its have no charm,
There is no sunny day is seen,
Still trunk and trees have dried,
No truck is coming to take,
But seeing the green garden around,
Jealous bald tree is producing sound,
Just like deep dark cloud roars
But it does not rain, if wind takes away,
Just like shouting goat
But it does not fight just tricks head,
Just like a coward kicks stones
But he cannot throw even a small mountain,
Just like a broken mirror
Which cannot give you exact image,
The bald tree is tending to fall!
Around the green environment
The bald tree is alone,
Watching each green face of green trees,
The tree wants to fall down on green grass,
Just to regain little green water
From the stagnate water flowing in
Rusted and nasty drain present near,
Still with hope to become taller,
Bald tree is falling down to dream!
© Kumarmani Mahakul,03 October,2020. All rights reserved.
Bald tree falling down - no one there to attend. It is poet's turn to capture the scene and deliver the feelings. " Naming each branch with a fictitious dream, But here we see one bald tree"
This is indeed an amazing poem which has a touch of life and the philosophy underlying changes that we see around us in human beings as well as in nature. Thanks, Kumarmani ji, for sharing the same. I remember having read another poem composed by you on the same subject but with a different treatment altogether.
A well written poem. Truly splendid and brilliant...5 stars*****
This is one of your best poems.... 'Still with hope to become taller, Bald tree is falling down to dream! '.....these words speak about human life also....superb...many stars****************
The philosophy of life so emotionally portrayed through this poem. Birth, growth, youth, old age and death is the order of life. The broken and crippled tree is ready to leave this world. So is the case with every life on earth including the human beings. The truth of life presented through this bald tree. Thank you Kumarmani ji for this profound philosophy........5 stars
It is process of life. Childhood, youth and old age. One has to say good bye to this life someday. His might or wealth will not help. Once the tree was full of green. It gave shelters to many creatures. Now the green is gone. It stands forlorn waiting for its death. A nice poem. Enjoyed very much.
What an amazing poem about a bald tree bereft of its greenery, losing its strength, tending to fall.It cries of agony.There is no visible reason why it should fall.But it is the way of nature.When time comes, every living being will pass that period. A great philosophical poem.
An old man is like a withering tree.....! He like the old tree will surely fall down one day! Once we were full of life, just as a young tree full of leaves and green foliage! But as nothing is permanent here, everything has to meet with an inevitable end! This irrefutable truth has found meaningful poetic expression here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:02:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In a lush green outfield a tree is struggling to survive, nature knows what is the fate. The tree served its purpose now no strength, no leaves, weak roots. Who know a nes tree will replace it soon. A thoughtful poem, nicely written 10****