THE TREE Poem by Daljit Nagra
THE TREE
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The tree my father grew
from his garden I take an axe
and branch by branch
I break the tree
and set to work
the million maddened bits,
the fire of night.
Only for ash I keep.
Thursday, October 26, 2017
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4/18/2024 8:41:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Tree is just like father for humanity. Tree serves us very much. Tree gives wonderful ideas and we feel tender love. A nice tribute is given to a tree and this is interesting...10