Deserted tree stands naked amidstthe sorrow cry of the natureWeary fills, transparent shy facedThe drought cheeks-dry crooked thorns.Just a sapling-bird perched on him, singingLovely red-neck, stouted head and tilted backSeemed to knock on everything on others’ lamentTeasing tails of rainbow hues, fresh-blooded.Holds the trunk on a magical touch of love,Tree sheds tears on the confidence of lifeTweety-bird shelters on him, sounds of tonesThat sways him tapping by the sweetness.And now, the tree has shed his shadowto house the bird from the wrath of natureNever did the foiled days came to his mindBird still sings life of peace and harmony.-MITHUN SUNDAR RAJp.syeah its not me he he i don't write poem so good but i too write some .. ... ..But i like to read lots of poems stories and all those stuffs ha ha took this from a top of a mountain...
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