My Juniper Tall Poem by Amar Agarwala

Upon a barren desert you stand
Sweet Juniper wooded and tall,
All that you seek is a little space
Under the blue heavens to sprawl.

Does your forlorn wait over eons
Beget sacred blessings for you?
Or is it disguised meditation
Of which mortals have not a clue?

Do you wait for a beloved dear
Who has abandoned thee and gone?
Or is it some strange mystical ploy
Not some game to be lost or won?

Yet there is something about your wait
Bearing lessons one needs to learn,
Great patience that refuses to ebb
A will-power which is so stern.

You endure the mountain storm and wind
And you endure the freezing rain,
Sweating under a sweltering sun
Of your hurt you never complain.

I wonder if you try embracing
Nomadic clouds that saunter by,
For I know your heart is lonely too
Cause there is none to hear you sigh.

You are a sacrament of the God's
Heavens poem upon the earth,
Revered footsteps of divinity
Beyond fabled treasures of worth.
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