Tree Talk

Poetry

I have heard every tree talk,
old grannies,
with their wrinkled bark,
and their wisdom talk,
secrets of the dark!

Gossip of the little town,
the promiscuous friendship
of crimson, vermillion fire flames.
Running frenzy in the snow-white eucalyptus arms.
The hardship of the little ants
climbing mounds,
as huge as climbing a rock
a job so tough, I thought!

About the crybaby among them,
teary-eyed, weeping willow
crying every now and then,
without a chide without a fight!
sniveling all the time!

Whispering
hush hush!
shh shhh!!
fingers on your lisp,
were the lovers amongst them,
reproducing stamens,
blooming love into buds and seeds;
and that too in millions!
swayed by the breeze, transported seed
in a foreign land
Claps for them
in the jungle dense,
adaption we need to learn from them!!

Gossip of the tree;
how naive is Touch me not,
wilting in everybody’s arms,
how the snow-white eucalyptus
with white socks and
her long legs,
and raffle hair;
flaunts her slender body;
like a snob!

Fire flames angst with this gossip
called for a meeting,
that was compulsory for all,
pressing hard on their psychic were these gossips!
Announcement in bold;
bitching has to be stopped!
Zip lock, their old mouth, for the peace of the little town.
United they stand,
for the healthy mind of all!
Ambiance they have spoilt,
big mouthing not good for their little town!

The craftsmanship of the woodpecker,
the sound of woods;
the dancing pheasant;
unfurling trains
page-three glitz!
All of them so proud of them!
The wooing of the male birds,
the succumbing of the women;
traits of men and women ;
applicable there too!
I have heard and seen them all!

I have seen their frowning face,
when men landed on warships
sickles and axes,
in their hand
hunting, chopping,
anything that captured their whim and fancies
Raised eyebrows,
with every human foot
that landed on the forest floor.
I have seen them whispering about the neighboring trees
about the human race,
who they had thought was wisest of all
but selfish in heart
intruding the arena
allotted for them!

I have seen them yelling with pain
the trees the shrubs shouting at the pitch of their voice, Stop!
When sickled to death just because they were wild
but aren’t there wild men roaming about?
Axe them too
united they shout!
The exotic flowers
brought back to their home
to showcase elegance,
aren’t they efficient to suffice their needs and desires
why cut them, stump them?
don’t they know even they have a heart that feels
and a body that pains to the core!

And how selfish were they
drinking the maple
drinking the flowers
the nectar, the sap
drinking the bees,
which was for them!
no honey for them
demijohns empty!

The tree talk will move you inside out,
they are those little souls
that feel at par with us!
give them your ear
and listen to every tree talk carefully
in their existence lies our existence
don’t you fool them!

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