Trees Poem by Suman Pokhrel


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My eyes are upon the trees.

For, trees do not live in fragments.
Till they fall, they stand
Flanked by life in its own embrace.

In the daytime sun is enough
In the rain, rain.
Their hunger does not outdo
The size of their won.

Breeze means a dance for them
Moon means joy.
When darkness accompanies them
They invite it for sports.

Trees don not seek to get
Beyond where their roots meet
They never dream of flying, Their
Roots in the air.

They do not need anything but
Soil to stand on.
They don't pine for a thing after
Branches, leaves, birds.
Trees do not allow, their dreams
To wander
Further than the horizon
Their eyes meet.

And I, weary of life's
Haste and woes,
Tired in the mind, body and all else,
Here sit on the earth low
And against the background of
The horizon of a rising moon,
Stare at the trees.

Ah! They are erect without cares
Those evergreen temples,
Across the landscape
Of my eyes.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: existence
A B Faniki 09 August 2019

A creative rendition of a beautiful mind n imagination. Thanks for sharing your poetic observation

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Matt Mooney 25 September 2009

That is a brilliant poem-one I would like to remember for myself for it's full of beauty and meaning for me. I have never thought of trees in that way and I have thought of them alot. I am surrounded by trees. I love the way also you have mirrored the peace and stability of the tree by squatting down and being like the tree for a moment. In God's creation everything has a meaning.10.

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Rup Pokharel 29 August 2009

wow! ! 'Ah! They are erect without cares Those evergreen temples, Across the landscape Of my eyes.' True salute to nature.10++

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Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel

Biratnagar, Nepal
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