My Trees

by Prof. Madhav Sarkunde

These green trees
Are my blood relatives
My childhood flowered
In their kind shadows
Catching their hands
I climbed up mountains
And saw fleecy clouds
From close quarters
They also loved my trees.

But alas! Now my trees
Are no more there
They are cruelly felled down
In the name of projects of progress
My trees are my heart and soul
If they get destroyed like this
My life will be a desert soon
And it will creep all around
Even over to you, O City man
So be kind enough
Not to kill my trees.
Please! Please!

16-Sep-2014

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Comments on this Poem

thanks all friend

truth seeker
25-Sep-2014 17:17 PM

Thanks for this.

Behold my heart, Trees are prayers !! (Rabindranath Tagore..9

charuuppal
21-Sep-2014 08:18 AM

truncated nature! trees are the oxygen clinics created by nature!!

rpurushothamarao
20-Sep-2014 10:03 AM

Radha Ji and Ingale Sir , I am grateful to you both for your moving comments

truth seeker
17-Sep-2014 08:56 AM

Recpected Sir...
AApan Atishay Manala jya Hava , Pani , Oxyzan .chi Garaj Asate...Ani Adivasi Che...Jivan jya Hiravya Gar Vanat Khulate...Yanche Vishayi aapan khup chhan Kavita...keli aahe...aapalya...khup khup Yash milo ...hich Prarthana karato...ain asech lihat raha Hi vinati...Amachya karita tyatun sandesh det raha.....
Thanks.....Sir punha...
Aapala
Dadarao Ingle

DADARAO MADHAVRAO INGLE
17-Sep-2014 03:57 AM

great poem with a great message..

rupradha mookerjee
16-Sep-2014 15:32 PM