Autobiography Of A Tree

By Rikita Deborah George 


I love those red and golden hues

Hugging me from above blues


Twinkling droplets shine like a pearl

With wind my clothes dances like a girl


I have green, red and yellow

That makes me a pretty fellow


Home of many birds and insects

I am the tree that protects


My life for you is a purifier

Even on death I give you fire


I have a song for you to sing

From God to you I am a blessing


I give fresh breeze and the rain

In return you give me only pain



My trunk is cut or set on blaze

Those devil eyes with happiness gaze


Playing under my branches you grow

Why this hatred for my love you show


Nature sings a melancholy song

That you’ll hear your life long


Today you clap on my death

Soon mornings will make you regret


Sun will be there, moon and the sky

But for you they will be just a lie


On Earth shall reside devil and ghosts

Your smoky bodies shall be their toast

This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Mother Gaia' 

1 comment

  • Great n deeps words … elaborating future aspects of human lifes without the tree .. heart touching lines .. Ritika

    Saurabh Anuj Srivastava

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