now that you’ve felled me
chopped me down
i am still one with earth
to which i belonged
even the axe you used
was wood and metal
one part, a neighbour deep
the other, ancestral
and when i burn
i’ll be set free
to converse with the wind
eternal friend of my leaves
to you it looks
as if i’m alone
little do you know
that i’ve a life beyond
the trunk, the roots, the leaves
and much beyond what you see
i belong to you, you to me
and this, the secret of a tree
written a few weeks back, inspired by this image (click here: http://ht.ly/36BC1 ) and its title from one of my most cherished blogger friends, coyote: http://singingmoon.blogspot.com/ ЁЯЩВ
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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