LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round
The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars,
Up to its very summit near the star
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An epoch making poem,crafted meticulously by a keen insight into the immortal nature.
Thise poem is told as nature. Nature is important thing of human life. So love to natuer
Heart touching poem. Mind developing lines in this Poem.
Anyone can easily relate their own past life through this poem. It's like a benchmark in English Literature. Amazingly beautiful.
A beautiful poem that thrills my sleeping memory to quest some past .... Reminiscences
An excellent poem from a girl who had died so young. I could glimpse her nostalgia stemming from her recollections. Thanks P H for selecting this poem as the poem of the day and introducing to many of us such to her writings.
Great metaphor, nice imagery and a beautiful poem...Thy form, O Tree, as in my happy prime I saw thee, in my own loved native clime.
some call this tree rhu but my tribe calls it a-rhu-o and then for some reason they change to A-go-o..these are tallest tree in my tribe...whistling with wind...they grow so fast.
Oh my word, this is like a waterfall of beautiful sparkling words - it reads so smooth and I know a tree too that holds memories in its branches like colorful birds. Excellent write! ! ! ! !
Beautiful poem. I love all the descriptions of the living creatures. Makes me want to visit India. Excellent choice for today's Poem of the Day.
....truly astonishing and most extraordinary.. .a lovely poem with exquisite imagery ★
Magnificence of nature on and around Casuarina tree and sweet memoirs of time spent it's underneath with dearest friends has been fantastically captured in this beautiful and lovely verse. Thanks for sharing.
The beauty of nature! Praising and respecting all things. Thanks for sharing.
An amazing write- - How the casuarina tree becomes the symbol of a loved one, bringing memories of beloved land and people! Let me quote from this lovely poem- - LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars, Up to its very summit near the stars, A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound No other tree could live. But gallantly The giant wears the scarf, and flowers are hung