Tree Am I Timber Nor Wood Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

It has been a land commonly lined,
Let no doubt nor dispute dwell in mind,
Said the tree firm that stood,
Know this: I'm no dead wood,
Let on my fallen head deal be signed.

Time once was when you sat under me,
Imagine a sofa made of tree,
Think of a furnished wood,
Both us in pensive mood,
Then think of breeze that once came from me!

Part of past, your common, once I was,
Sentinel as I stood in my cause,
Commonly spread my roots,
Equally shared my fruits,
Mundane laws can't be just to life laws.

So be said of shared love,
O look at me above,
Look at that cooing dove,
Then try look far above,
Then only make your move.
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Two siblings in dispute cause division of land, but a tree that stood on a dividing line intervenes.
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Musings | 01.07.16 |