How time changes!
Poetry a decade later…
This is a poem I wrote in second year of college. It was published in our college magazine Apoorva, 2000.
Woman-The tree of life
A tree, bare, standing with her arms outstretched to the sky,
Begging for the mercy of the Lord of the skies.
Falling snowflakes turn her into a white ghost,
Life sealed from the outside world.
Temperatures fall, ten, zero, minus, snowstorms rule;
Prolonged misery has killed all sensation, all rebellion.
Just as life ebbed away, the sun brings hope;
The snow melts, she sheds her fears and inhibitions.
A new leaf finds home on the tree;
She proudly displays her hospitality.
Come spring, the tree is one big green cloud;
Good times have attracted many a creature.
The tree is young and gives birth to many a fruits;
But Greed snatches away love’s labour.
Now only rotten, eaten, half skeletons remain;
The tree is surrounded by her dead children.
A rage emerges against the ‘Laws of Nature’;
But resolutely she decides not to quit.
She renews her faith in the vision of the future;
She will brave the times ahead and will emerge ‘A WINNER’