To Love A Tree Is But To Love Yourself Poem by Pijush Biswas

They were boys, curious 'bout oranges
While these ripe, and time to grasp
Thus days go on
Until at least the days come,
While at least no a bar works fine

They spend whole the year,
So full of love of the dear trees;
So the day can't be a vain one
From them,

Thousand a days they peep
Through fences of lea
Where situated, but all trees
Somebody took them as thieves
But I can't,
For all they are pure in heart
And also ingenious to will
That no a tree could ruin
In storm or in heavy rain;
Lovely they are until they take
A few of oranges to taste

Why can't they be anyone's love
For, though they pick up, and can't tell
All but I think all 'cause of love-

So, when owners nourish,
The boys become so curious
Whether tree will grow or not
Whether these will be fruitful or not,
So a mystery that haunts-
All but 'tis minds
Matter of love and belief
Yes, to love a tree is but
To love yourself.
'Cause, trees live but
In many ones' curiosity.





Place: Srirampur, Nadia