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^Date Palm where weaver birds built their nests.
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There they were three
Date Palm tree.
They were there waiting to be killed
for committing no crime to mankind.
but for meeting It's starvation for space.
They bore tasty little fruits,
I loved them a lot to eat
and gave my friends as treat.
In winter they gave us juice, so sweet! so warm!
and I would keep waiting for winter to come.
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
Though they didn't Vex
those three men with axe.
they came and fell them down
one by one.
They axed them into pieces
when other pieces dried.
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
No one did cry
no plants, no human, not even I
only a few weaver birds chirped,
whirling over our heads
encircling their nests
fallen on the ground
which rested there on top of the tree
little while ago.
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
I wished, I get the nest
which was intact than the rest,
rested beyond my reach
at the tip of the fallen tree.
It was so beautiful to look!
I wanted to decorate my room.
I tried, but soon I cried 'ouch! '
a pointed leaf of date tree
pierced my leg, I restrained.
But a man of those three
soon came with a knife
chopped and punished those leaves
and fetched me the nest.
I rewarded him with a smile.
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
The weaver birds chirped
whirling above, perhaps cried
as I was carrying the nest.
How nicely they've woven the nest!
I was thinking and 'wow! 'I exclaimed,
there were babies inside!
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
Young were so lovely,
so cute, I touched them softly,
took them on my palm with care,
much care, lest they fall and die.
'Death? ' I feared 'No I must save them'
I thought myself 'I must help thee'.
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
Soon I rushed to the man
sought for his help again.
I wanted him hang the nest there
in the branch of a coconut tree near.
'It won't be that easy to save them dear '
he said as he thought for a while.
But lastly he did what I wished.
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
He climbed the coconut tree, I knew for me,
threw the other end of a rope
where I tightly tied the nest.
Gently, carefully he took it to the top
he tied the nest there in the rib of a coconut leaf.
the weaver birds still whirled
chirping, I thought now they laughed.
There they were three
Date Palm tree.
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Palas Kumar Ray
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Albert Wong (11/1/2008 4:35:00 PM)
It holds your interest. a visual treat, empathy, relocation, joy and sorrow, sensitivity and insensivity, very touching story styled poem, I like it.You have wasted much time in its structure arranged. Thank you for sharing.+10. |
Sarwar Chowdhury (10/9/2008 9:12:00 AM)
fine flow with rythm.....a poetic story.......have touched me!
neat and clean composition..........10+
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