Looking at the pine tree
Its fragrance spicy and fresh
Wafting its aroma
Of a freshly chopped tree
The Gulmohar
With broad evergreen leaves
Flowers a bright red
Of blood leaking from it’s veins
The Banyan, wise and proud
With roots cutting and melding
Through soil and stone and rain
Now a bare stump of wriggling snakes
Those forests, rich and vibrant
Flowers of every smell and taste
Leaves all sweet and dewy
Now wasting like decay and slit lives
You are an awesome poet… All your works make use of such vivid images… and strong expressions… especially this one… it’s sad and beautiful at the same time- the sad comes from the truth, the beauty comes from your words.
I think that’s the best comment I’ve ever got!
Thank you.
Love it! It’s crazy how such magnificent trees do meet their end too soon. This poem makes me appreciate trees so much more. Please peruse some of mine, if you please.
Thank you. I will surely check yours.
This poem just makes the horrors of deforestation even starker. Great work.
Yes, trees are something dear to my heart. After all, this hide the glorifying abundance of nature.