Mother Tree

Very old poem of mine that I recently found

Under the spreading branches

I lay,

Mezmerized by the crinkled skin

Of an aging tree.

A sense of peace wafts down

From the green twinkling leaves.

They twinkle, those leaves,

Like little Christmas lights.

When the wind passes through,

They whisper words to me.

But all is not well.

I see all, I hear all, I learn all,

Yet I am not a part of it.

As a wallflower, I lay,

Observing, thinking, and never sleeping.

Oh let me go, beautiful tree.

Let me sleep.

Let me dream.

Let me laugh when others laugh.

Let me feel pain.

Let me go, mother dear,

Lovely mother tree.

Let me go.

Let me live.

I wish to cry.

I wish to get angry.

Must I love no one but you?

Must I hear anguish and

Never feel it?

I have grown, mother dear.

For ages, I have laid.

For ages, I have learned.

For ages, I have seen.

For ages, I have heard.

But I felt no other touch

Than yours.

Your crinkled, wrinkled,

Cracked,tough skin.

The grass kisses my cheek,

But no other.

The wind caresses my hair,

But no other.

I am a grown child,

You know.

It is time to

Let me go.

Reviews

[Sourav]

Nicely expressed feelings. Liked it.