O! Tree

O! Tree short poem

Photo by blinkingidiot

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly,
And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty
bark falling in bits and pieces.
The long chain of ants are seen no more but an array of termites quickly
running to forage you, devour you…and one day shall leave you invisible.
The golden white globular fungi mushrooming on your lost body,
O! Dead TREE, I pity on You. Once you had a vast kingdom, Your lofty
branches arched the sky and dangled with the winds.
The chirping colourful birds took refuge on you. The butterflies swerved on
your soft buds and flowers. The agile squirrel ran from one end to the
other. The small aphids and an innumerable creatures teeming with life
sprawled on you sucking every bit of life from you and You gave
everything so selflessly and asking nothing in return.
Today, no birds sit, no butterflies hover. Your flowers do not bloom anymore.
The wrath and brutality of this mundane world has left you forlorn, all doomed, deserted and marooned.
And you kiss the blue sky no more, you wait till you mingle in the lowly
dust, far beyond the oblivion transcending into the elements with which
you were once made up of……..vanishing into nothingness from where you
were once conjured up

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

2 Comments on "O! Tree"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest

very well written… again a master piece poet…

Geetha Paniker

Beautiful one about a tree.


O You

O You short poem

A monster from a tree jumps and runs around the bushes to mate. A blank statement is issued. The system groans and collective pshyche fails. A stark silence for the food for thoughts. I sit down to meditate- to find


Tree short poem

Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in


S.t.r.o.ng. long poem

Here I am, Marooned on this land. My feet sink down into shifting sand. At times it feels more like quicksand. I look around, I scan – The battle seems to be out of hand. I need backup, a helping

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware

O Girls, O Women,  Be Aware short poem

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult

The Rosewood Tree

The Rosewood Tree long poem

Everyday I stand Bold on my Roots Giving you all the reasons to Live Feeding your Wards with all of my Fruits Even after all the Tortures you Give You need me today to build your Nest Everyday it’s not