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The Bleeding Tree
by Prof. Murali Sivaramakrishnan
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  There’s a tree that bleeds on the hill,
Or so they say. Each time
In the valley a tree is cut or a branch
Broken, a leaf plucked, it bleeds.

Now, I have crossed the river
And taken the roving path
Across the valley. There’s no tree
Where they said it stood.

It must have become
A piece of wood
Or a chair or table
A window frame or door knob.

Someone has even thoughtfully
Gouged out its roots—there’s only a mount
Of burnt grass here.
The sun is setting beyond the valley.
The river has darkened.
And now in the distant hills
All trees are bleeding, all day.
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February 16, 2013
More By: Prof. Murali Sivaramakrishnan
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Very touching. Elevating thoughts. Let our hearts bleed.

Madathil Rajendran Nair
02/17/2013 03:32 AM




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