Old Tree And Me

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky,
Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry.
Only the waves of spreading wings of bird,
Not even a single voice of a single word.

If loving is an abstract activity,
Then I am surrender to the gravity.
Breathing for me is real but invisible,
Like our past relationship, unsinkable.

Those days when I said it feels like dying,
It wasn’t more than a leaf that was falling.
I am sorry, many times I lied to you,
Now I know what dying means, it’s true.

I am waiting, for the sun rises and sets in prime,
Sitting all alone memorizing the lost time.
Still I am in black years after you’re gone,
It defines that my life without you is undone.

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Kavita Jaitly

The poem is quite inspiring and do conveys the reality of life in a very sensitive manner. It has really touched me a lot.


A very sad poem it conveys despair and realization.

Sankalp Singh

Touched my soul …

ammu sachariah

Beautiful poem. Heart touching one.


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