My Chestnut Tree Poem by Neela Nath Das

The Chestnut tree
my favorite friend
has grown yellow,
yellow, yellow
shedding leaves,
one, two and three
and four..
My hollow mind
blanked its pitcher
to go and go to
hollow, hollow..
Tearing my tear
breaking my nerves
it tore its root
and throwing as spam,
it cut its branch
and deleted green-show
no, no, no, no, no!
How can it go?
My chestnut tree
was there any fault
didn't I love you
or loved me more?
It's good to forget
if I'm not in mind,
and better not to
see from behind.
I know you'll go
but always feel
your thin shadow,
your cobweb-drill,
tracking my soul
and my ethereal mail,
without me your
heart must fail.
My chestnut tree,
we are glued soul
if one goes then
other will roll.