A single fir-tree, lonely,
on a northern mountain height,
sleeps in a white blanket,
draped in snow and ice.
His dreams are of a palm-tree,
who, far in eastern lands,
weeps, all alone and silent,
among the burning sands.
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Sridevi Datta, you are a poet with good weild over language and expression.As one goes through your poems, one feels the touch of classic surge and superseding beauty of diction.The themes, of course could be a little more extensive as a poet cannot afford to remain restricted.Wonderful future awaits you as a poet of all seasons.All the best.Last but not least..thank you for your comments on my poems.