Days, weeks, months, years
even ages passed away
but still that is standing
watching the timeless motion
in pinacotheca of nature
It takes nothing from any one
only knew to give, it can speak
but no one is able to understand
the language of a tree
The world treats its all activities
with derision
It gives flowers, fruits
cleans out the pollution
Even after its death
its body is used as fuel
the ill behave of wold
yields a non-nonsensical result
It is the messenger of world peace
so begging for its own life
saying the people of this world
Live and Let Live
because it knows well
existence of this world is till
till it is survived
So saying, Live and Let Live.
The story is from the beginning, from small to big, it always amazing...a small seed fight to live as a sprout, a sprout had to struggle with heavy competition, and with oppression of weather and depression of drought it stay survive until it branches more leaves, until the root reaching more water in deeper...if we love we care them with water and needs so they reply with flowers and fruits, shades the summer with shadow calm....lot of things we can look on a tree, and more details if we look it as innocent trees_Unwritten Soul
Wonderful write Ramash, love trees, and they are of course so very necessary for our existence. We cut down far too many. Well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughtful poem indeed Live and let live indeed, all the trees in OZ that have lived 600 years have been felled by the early settlers... Yes the trees are the giver of lie as we know it...thanks or this...regarrds