The old Tree (Poem)

The old tree (poem)

The old Tree

Passing through the woods

In my childhood

Observed petty and lofty trees

Stood side by side in a natural order

Looking good

I made stop my feet, beneath

An old tree, gazing with the hasty breathe

Endeavored to listen, keenly interested

What he saying to smaller trees

Stood attentive on that heath

The old tree was whispering in mesmerizing voice

To the nearby tiny trees, I astonished!

How manly, the old tree was preaching

In his wooden society

The Peace and teaching of sacrifice

The lofty old tree, giving advice

To the subordinates,

I had passed a century of my age

Giving shade in intensive hot sunlight

Being divine’s blessing guise

Devine creates us, never uselessly destine

Serve the humanity, even in disparity

Oh my trees, my dearest, spend a life

Eternal peace and calm is to sacrifice

It is much best and fine

Never spent a life, tedious in vain,

Eventually, to be expired is the fate

Many had proceeded, some have a bit late

At the end, all should have to obsolete

Learn the manners of sharing other’s pain

Never let your qualities to extinct

If you did so, you never be compensated

Never feel pride and never be aggravated

Sorry to say, oh! Once human’s did so

Still wandering on earth, for lost status, isn’t?

Still I had in mind, the words

Spoken by the old tree

Each word had a great impact

Bliss of life is in, to serve the humanity

Neither in battles nor in guns and swords

Ghammaz Jee

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