WORD STREAM (37) Life
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The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces,
Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away-
-except the stem and a nacked branch left,
Stood ,like dead statue,symbol of the day.
Work was in progress,for a decent forelane,
Which connected two neighbouring cities,
Innovative beauty concept,gave it new look,
Dead pipal-tree was made modern artistic piece.
Firm concrete terrace was made around it-
All covered by shining, pointed iron bars,
Stem and the single branch grinded, painted,
Presenting abstract art,awarding it five stars.
Old,primitive,wild,one time pipal,was dead,
Still it's skelton stood between the cross-road,
Shower of water was sprayed on, in the evening,
And flashing neon-light glittering, with full load.
Lot of birds flew over the pipal,all around,
Which was one time their home-sweet home,
Their nests,their unborn, existed in memories,
Beneath was the graveyard,stood like dome.
A miracle was seen there since last few days,
One small hole was visible in the concrete layer,
A tendril,a tiny leaf,was peeing out,breathing,
Wonder! life still existed, like a form of prayer.
The tendril grew up,leaves were multiplied,
Then one fine day, care-takers came to take care,
Growing leaves were crushed,hole blocked,
Again,death penalty was pasted on cement layer.
With rise of dawn,comes a pigeon-pair to sit,
On that dead tree;they calmly look, without strife,
See with blank eyes , that a tiny leaf will emerge,
At last,death will not be able to overcome life.
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(C) keshav dubey
18 - 4 -2019
www.keshavdbey.com
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The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces,
Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away-
-except the stem and a nacked branch left,
Stood ,like dead statue,symbol of the day.
Work was in progress,for a decent forelane,
Which connected two neighbouring cities,
Innovative beauty concept,gave it new look,
Dead pipal-tree was made modern artistic piece.
Firm concrete terrace was made around it-
All covered by shining, pointed iron bars,
Stem and the single branch grinded, painted,
Presenting abstract art,awarding it five stars.
Old,primitive,wild,one time pipal,was dead,
Still it's skelton stood between the cross-road,
Shower of water was sprayed on, in the evening,
And flashing neon-light glittering, with full load.
Lot of birds flew over the pipal,all around,
Which was one time their home-sweet home,
Their nests,their unborn, existed in memories,
Beneath was the graveyard,stood like dome.
A miracle was seen there since last few days,
One small hole was visible in the concrete layer,
A tendril,a tiny leaf,was peeing out,breathing,
Wonder! life still existed, like a form of prayer.
The tendril grew up,leaves were multiplied,
Then one fine day, care-takers came to take care,
Growing leaves were crushed,hole blocked,
Again,death penalty was pasted on cement layer.
With rise of dawn,comes a pigeon-pair to sit,
On that dead tree;they calmly look, without strife,
See with blank eyes , that a tiny leaf will emerge,
At last,death will not be able to overcome life.
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(C) keshav dubey
18 - 4 -2019
www.keshavdbey.com
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