| torilaure |
Posted
on 23-Aug-01 10:59 PM
Here's the link to a poem by my friend (Jayant Gauchan).
http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P3502499&BN=999&PN=1
The Tree
Clad in clothes of leaves,
She was dancing with the wind
Cool breeze against her face,
A sad song she did sing.
The sun, ablaze with glory,
Cast out cruel rays
The tree suffered the pain slightly,
She has lived hard ways.
The dust devil was dancing,
Leaves running round and round
Such a sight never had I seen,
And a pleasing natural sound.
So another day old, I am again,
For tomorrow may not come
The nightingale may sing again,
The tree will bear plums.
Through wind and rain, joys and pain,
I have seen my tree grow
Someday, I know, she'll take a walk,
To where all rivers flow.
Jayant Gauchan
Copyright ©2001 Jayant Gauchan
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