MY TREE / Poem by Lily Swarn

Poem by Lily Swarn
I think the tree that I gaze at
From my kitchen window each morning
Is perhaps my closest confidante
It sees my slumber dazed eyes
Open up languorously to clasp
The first glass of water for the day
I smile indulgently at its seductive blooms
Perking up my mundane existence with
Their brash brilliance
The green is comforting
Mossy and cool like the stream that flowed in the quaint red roofed village in the hills
The long brown pods that are its fruit
Dangle deliriously in the scorching breeze
I wish I could shin up its inviting branches as I did
On the mango tree in my mother’s house
Surreptitiously peeping into the neighbour’s garden
Girlhood is far behind
My knees might creak in protest
I am sure I will get breathless
Besides its not the same tree
This Gulmohar is my friend
It knows me by name
It hears my heartbeats
It tells me tales !
Of loves long lost
Of promises unkept
Of lives unloved
Of buds that wilted before
They could blossom !
It bids me goodnight
At unearthly hours
How comforting is its
constant presence in a world
Of make believe !
Copyright Lily Swarn 23.5.2016

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