When in solitude I sit,
Get fascinated by the nature a bit,
Drizzling upon the leaves is rain water,
For the chirping birds be it cold or be it humid how does it matter!
The bamboo arbour next to my window pane dances in wind,
Same is the case with tree of tamarind.
The mango tree.....
The mango tree stands rigid and strong,
Remembering its young days and days which went wrong.
Its leaves all fed upon by insects,
The barks destroyed by termite,
This is the only gloomy tree on the site.
As no twigs; no fruits it now bears,
Noone for it's survival cares.
No twig, no leaves and no roots
The young trees pray for a wind which uproots its root!!
(Never wish your old parents to die because surely one day we would be old too!)
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LIFE IN SOLITUDE
PoetryIn our society oldies are seen as a burden by the very children they nurtured.. To highlight this fact I written this poem which is very close to my heart..
