The Dying Tree

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Naked. Uncovered.
brandished and bare
hollow to look at,
barren to stare.

No flowers, no leaves,
no birds or bees.
No shade, no fruit,
this visage of loot.

No flirting of lovers,
no aged who weep,
no children at play,
no peasants who sleep.

Below my shade,
Life once thrived
Brimming with joys,
Madness and strifes.

My life, my mirth,
Who took it all?
Before my death,
Why my fall?

My roots don’t give up.
My arms still feel.
There is reason to live,
unto why this is real.

In faith,
I bide my time.
With patience,
I wait for the sign.

Till I see…
Till I feel…
Till I sow…
I will be steel

Let them call me an unlucky omen,
Let them curse for me to die.
Let them decide when to uproot,
Let them decide in whose pyre I lie.

Greater than hope
Bigger than dreams
Are ways of nature.
Its work unseen.

Unknown to man
and creatures around
Plans unfold.
Paths form.

In chaos of daylight
In quietness of nights
The womb had known
The seeds have been sown

Warm in coats of patience
Secure in shells of faith
The harbingers of tomorrow
Inside. In wild. In wait.

In the deep hearth of earth,
Under the trampled bed of leaves,
Nestled in the caring bosom
Dreams of tomorrow sleep.

Will soon come a morning
Bathing rays of light
Uncurling frail souls
Strengthening their might

Tiny roots will find their home
Tender leaves will seek light
In flowers will bloom their hopes
In fruits, their promise of life.

There is no death in dying
There is so much life in life.

So let this last leaf fall
Let the last bloom dry.
In my dying,
I am more than alive.

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  1. Srivi says..

    Wow Ishrath , what a poignant poem .. & more importantly you are still in the mindset of producing verse while most of us are caught in the daily grind .. Keep them coming xxx

    • Ishrath Humairah says..

      Srivi: Grind is sometimes the polishing that we need and it helps keep our dreams alive. Yes, I wish I had more time to pen my thoughts and paint my dreams. But then every moment is precious. Lets not waste it. Life fully.
      And keep wandering by… I need your love to wander more.

  2. says..

    After a thousand years I wandered by your way, you may have thought I’ve forgotten, but in my heart you stay. Just that life very much like this dying tree, needs time, space, healing to find those roots, the air, the reasons to breathe.

    Sorry for the silence but silence has depth and its own reasons, I simply loved this poem, since they resonate with my mine.

    Love you dear, loving your blog, y our creativity, your essence. Never forgetting you.

    Always with love