Vision Of A Tree

Vision Of A Tree short poem

Uploaded by SUMIT NASKAR

Oh! That Bose you would live by now!
And teach these men, for blow they how
Unto me! And hash they how my skin to pain
In bleeding red not, but fluids of frame.

I do shade all, give them food.
But friendship ends thus, from uproot.
Or, Pin! Pin! Pin! Their thick beat tune!
And I do cry in whispering tone.

But banner they hang by hammering pin.
Reads it so called glorious, ‘life is tree.’ Or Judgment akin.
But my bark sheds its red-less blood-
On the colored world of faceless glad!

They have eyes though I let them see:
I have vision, and You no more could see,
The time is near when the world is dead!
Cactus land be, and leafless air is all over-head!

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