The Tree Poem by ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan

Cloaking her enigmatic face
Filled with green emotions,
In a crowd of clouds and gods
The tree stayed in the peak alone

Piercing her toes
In the stone chest of mountain
She ruled him
Like a bold wife

She ruled the wind
With her leaves and wood
She ruled the mistletoes
With her love and cold

Rain and light admired her
Rhythm of breeze succumbed to her
She aged a thousand year
But her veins were still hot there

Then
In the full moon night
Tossing the hard cold mist
And breaking the sharp rock curves
The bald man came
With a divine smile
And luring song
He caressed her waist
And with a passionate kiss
Stretched at her legs
Chanting some more melancholic songs
He leaped in to ponder a dream
Shivering off the mist and dews
She loomed at the sleeping saint

“The prophesy “

She whispered
With a pricking pain and vibe
She made her maiden bloom
Before her eyes could drop
Her tears down for once
The single lone blossom
Became a fruit that glows red

Together with the tears
Fallen down to the palm beneath
The night stopped scaring so suddenly
And the time was made unknown

Woke and walking the saint descended
Down he went with the crimson life
The tree started yellowing leaves
With a wind that went away forever
All her palms fall down evermore
And the mountain began to fume aloud
Squalling hard in the pain so dour

Dusting off the ash and leaves
Down at the mountain foot in a haste
The saint was walking fast
No one glimpsed his eyes for once
To tell me the fate of tree
Wind, stones, the dragonflies
The valley had all them blind…