Trees: A Poem

Trees

Do all trees smell like you?

Not possibly.

If so,

I would have loved

All the trees.

1. Above the trees:

At the end of the silent night

While I slept in the balmy cold

Holding fast to my breast

Your sweet memories,

I did once dream

Of you and the trees –

Between the trees

You and me!

When the trees sang

In the mellowing breeze

What I heard was

The rhythms of my re-birth.

2. Below the Trees:

You always preferred

The tickling trees of love

To the burning

Lamp-poles.

I used to sit

In the shade of those trees

Where your secret smell

Still lingers.

The trees did fall their leaves

For us

This time too.

Do you still hear

The yellowed leaves

Falling off the stem?

3. Around the trees:

What is the satiety of sanity?

I did often ask to the trees-

And have had no answer.

When lovers wept in their embrace

With the unanswered questions

The trees might not have known

What sanity was!

Even if woven with

Golden fibres

The threads of dreams

Never get knit.

In a world

Limited in the bounds of trees

As our dreams

Knot themselves

A sun did rise

By the horizens,

Heavy with the grief

Of a rebirth

Of trees

And of us too!