If I were to be something else

tree I would be

Devdar or a mighty oak

Standing tall on the mountain slopes

My roots be spread far and deep

Entwined with the others near me

Holding tight to the soil,

Rocks and water

As would be my branches

Shooting up to the sky...

Bare and naked in autumn and winter

Shedding all that I have

Carpet of brown leaves beneath

On which I walk carefully

In another world

Where I don this human form

In the other months

The branches lush green with foliage

Allowing the sun to sprinkle itself

From between to reach the ground

As I sit under, In my human form,

I capture the magic of light and shade...

Nothing lasts forever and fade we must

Mightiest of trees also go...

So when time comes let me fall silently

On a dark monsoon night

Fall such that the path is not blocked

That me in my human form can still walk past on The hike to the jungles

And occasionally rest on me for a while

As I tie my shoe lace.

A moment saved forever

A tree (that's me) silently lies

Hikers climb on top or sometimes duck beneath

And cross me admiring the size as they pass

Often taking a selfie with me...

An occasional artist takes some close ups to Render them on the canvas later...

And some day a wood cutter

Lays his eyes on me

Cuts me into logs

Takes me to a workshop

Where I am reshaped

Into rocking chairs...

And when in my human form

I have a yellow house in the hills

Two of these rocking chairs

Made of my wood

Will be there in the porch

For me to sit on

As I watch the sunset silently, holding hands

Along with another...

My past, my present

And my future form

Meet in a yellow house in the hills

Surrounded by Oaks and Devdar...

Next time, when I cross

A tall and mighty tree...

Who knows

It could very well be me

From another Life,

In another time...

A mighty Oak or Devdar

Standing tall on a mountain slope

Holding on to the past

Only hope for the future...

August 2, 2022

Comments

Rajesh K Sharma said…

Beautiful poetry..
Photo ki wajah se aur bhi gahre utar paya.

5:04 PM

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