#poetry That Tree

I took this picture on a road trip. I’ll be honest, it’s not a great picture, it’s not something special either. It’s just a tree. But looking at it through my car’s shut window made me a tad bit sad, made me wonder. And this is what I thought…

I see you, you mighty one

Through a glass wall, a pity

As I see myself, my reflection

In glass and in you, mighty one

Aren’t we the same? Don’t you think?

Innocent, growing, blooming

Learning the ways of the ever changing world

Ever so shy, ever so quiet

Opening wide our arms, our coloured fingers

Feeling the breeze touch and soothe our skin

Gazing intently at the blue skies

Demanding hope, demanding life, gently though

For we are humble, mighty one

We do not know how to order, to rule

All we know is to live silently

To suffer silently, and then to smile silently

For we know now noise is poison

And the world is full of it !

A moment of silence is what we need

To slow down, to fall in love again

To regain courage, to find ourselves.

As I look at you, mighty one

I pray, that you grow mightier still

I pray, that you find friends, just like you

To look after your kind, pure heart

I pray, that you live and grow old

And whisper stories to your children,

Perhaps, and I do hope

Better stories of my children.


Let me know how I can improve my writing. Let me know if this touched you. Let me know if you ever felt the same. And also, if you didn’t understand some parts in it, I’ll explain my perspective to you.

Peace and love.



Female Infanticide? It’s murder

She leapt in my arms 
Eyes gleaming with amazement 
I knew she couldn’t see the world, yet 
She felt me, she heard me, took in the fragrance of flowers 
And she yearned to learn more 
Such a beautiful blessing, a boon! 
My daughter is, I thought 
My eyes welling up with drops of love 
It was immense happiness I felt, I couldn’t contain 
Joy so bright, my angel seemed to shine in light 
And then I realised, it was the sun 
Scorning over me, bringing memories of yesterday’s sin 
A sin, or a murder? Of my unborn daughter 
That I had committed loyally fulfilling my duties 
Duties that destroyed me, my existance 
Never a day passes by, as I regret 
Dwelling and breathing in a house full of demons 
Demons who shall adorn themselves in saffron and garlands, 
Yet take an innocent life within me? 
And I laugh bitterly, the beautiful face of my daughter before me 
Thinking, one day there shall be no woman 
To care, to pour kindness 
To shed tears…and to give life 
Will they realise then, how cruel and inhuman they were? 
But there would be no one to forgive them 
They shall face wrath in the Underworld 
While my daughter, my child awaits me in the blissful Heaven…

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