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Sunita celebrates the tree in a poem replete with rich images, in Different Truths.
A row of trees
Looks the same
And yet so different-
These glowing greens-
Some the colour of moss,
Others light as spring or shining emeralds
Swaying in the breeze,
They can put the mind to ease,
Providing shade and comfort
To weary travellers
Up in its branches,
the cuckoo nests,
It’s shining eggs are hatched till it bursts-
To reveal such tiny birdies!
Deep down in a hole
In the thick roots,
The hissing slithering
Has also gone to sleep
High up, hangs a spider
Spinning a silvery web,
Which sparkles in the sunlight,
A playground for the frolicking brood,
Swinging from branch to branch-
The athletic monkeys kick up a storm!
Feeding on its unique cuisine
Of tender greens, is the pupa
The thick branches also are
Perfect resting places for the twittering classes –
Every morning, evening, they have meetings
Sitting and chatting on the branches!
These trees, that we see,
Are never just that
They carry many worlds with them,
They are the givers in a world of takers!
©Sunita Singh
Pictures from the internet.
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