Trees Poem by Neela Nath Das

Trees



It's not that the warmth of the Sun
Gets hidden at night.
It takes its shelter in grass, in trees
And in the lap of hills.
They wrap up them with the
Rays of the Sun and
Sleep as if they are with their mother.
With the daybreak, they open their eyes
And see the smiling faces of the earth,
Of men and women.
Thus they call air and tell their roots
To suck water from the deepest Earth
And cook their food.

Saturday, October 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 10 October 2015

Very true. Warmth of the sun never gets vanished and remains hidden in the earth. Nicely written.Loved it.

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Hans Vr 16 November 2015

Trees taken on a surreal ride of love and beauty. Amazing wirte

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Muhammad Ali 22 October 2015

What kind of poem it is... I say BEAUTY.

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Anita Sharma 22 October 2015

very well written, loved and liked

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 16 October 2015

A wonderful poem sketched poetically and tickles the imagination. Spreading the warmth of tge sun in lovely glow of wordings. Thumbs up.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 13 October 2015

Wonderful imagination about nature and nurture. Warmth of sun takes its shelter in grass, in trees and in the lap of hills is higly imagined. You have created life in the nature so wisely and aptly. Many thanks for posting such a gem......10

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