I still can see that Jamun tree,
Still feel that evening, all haste free,
Field fencing made of thorny thor,
Dry twigs and whatso availed for,
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What a wonderful and touching remembrance. The superb imagery of this write moved me to follow the thoughts of the great Poet and see the beauty of a wonderful village. Deeply poignant and very well written. Onto my Poem List.
Thanks dear poet. Whatever places I have been visiting after a gap of a decade or two or more, I have seen this: Urbanization devouring nature and greenery, whilst it adds nothing what so in return.
That Jamun tree, which you see is free to smile and feel the evening. You have perceived the great imagery and this poem is very nicely penned with dignity of joy.10
On reading this poem, I am taken to a serene village of my young days where I roamed freely enjoying all the lovely sights. But in the place of of those quiet villages, suburbs and metropolitan cities with skyscrapers are fast coming up. This transition is painful for people of our generation. The arcadian bliss has vanished...! Let us at least recall those lovely memories once in a while!
Who does not like if a poem is appreciated? But you make it so credible the way you approach to it. I failed to acknowledge such wonderful comments earlier. Internet is becoming more and more painful and I make it more so by sticking to my 2G / 3G dongal! Thank you so much.