Dusts of pain shall come and go,
storms of rain shall swing and
tatter,
Winters of tears shall smile and
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Who knows when the time will turn and will be up for the next tree to leave this earth......though trees are selfless creatures always looking to the sky and praying for the mankind but they fall prey to them....it is an irony and a tragedy as well.........Very well composed...Piyush......10/10
Like trees that can be cut down anytime, human life may also come to an end abruptly! So enjoy life as long as allowed! The image of the tree with rustling leaves and branches spread around and somegrowing up, harbouring nests in its soothing shade is lovely! Enjoyed the poem Piyush!
You have 79 poems. With A TINY BLACK SPIDER which you just read sympathetically, my grand total of poems reached 79! There are others here at PH who have 300 poems or 500, or even more, in the thousands. But I am satisfied with the steady, organic growth of my poems. I'm not going to race to write my next 21 poems to reach 100 poems. It's not numbers that matter but quality. Which brings me to this poem, so carefully written, so thoroughly considered. You don't rush its conclusion - only one life per individual - but rather let the reality of the situation unfold. I must admit I found it uncanny and felt apprehension concerning judgment. I suppose an individual firm in his faith and confident his actions fulfill that faith has nothing to fear. How many can say this themselves about? .Your poem is thought provoking.
A beautiful poem wishing everybody to live a peaceful life before the end comes maybe my dear, this is the last day, .... very rightly said.