An Old Tree

An Old Tree

- MadanMohan Tarun



There

It

Stands



An

Old

Dry

Leafless

Lonely

T

R

E

E



For years and years

Spring

The king of seasons

Has spent his days of glory here

With its green branches in their full youth

Swinging with the touch of playful winds

with its dancing leafs

with their copper coloured enchanting smiles



Birds

With their multi colored wings

And with soulful melody of their songs

With their chirping brothers and sisters

Have kept its nests lively

For years and years



This tree

Has danced with raining clouds and winds

To the best of treasures of its memories

It has proved its existence

Before the roaring storms and flaming lightning



It has led a life of a king

And has always tried to touch the sky

With its ambitions

Blessed with undefeatable body and wings



Gone are those days



Years and years have passed



Birds have left him for ever

No body knows

What they do,

Live they where ?



Clouds come

Comes rain

Comes the king of spring

But not here

They are different

from that generation



Even

Eyes of memories have lost their sight

Soul at times moans

Badly hurt from the deep scratches and bites of time.









There

It

Stands



An old

Dry

Leafless

Lonely

T

R

E

E