Theme: Environment

My Trees

These green trees
Are my blood relatives
My childhood flowered  
In their kind shadows
Catching their hands
I climbed up mountains
And saw fleecy clouds
From close quarters
They also loved my trees.

But alas! Now my trees
Are no more there
They are cruelly felled down
In the name of projects of progress
My trees are my heart and soul
If they get destroyed like this
My life will be a desert soon
And it will creep all around
Even over to you, O City man 
So be kind enough
Not to kill my trees.
Please! Please!


More By  : Prof. Madhav Sarkunde

Views: 1354     Comments: 6

Comments on this Poem

Comment thanks all friend

truth seeker
25-Sep-2014 17:17 PM

Comment Thanks for this.

Behold my heart, Trees are prayers !! (Rabindranath Tagore..9

21-Sep-2014 08:18 AM

Comment truncated nature! trees are the oxygen clinics created by nature!!

20-Sep-2014 10:03 AM

Comment Radha Ji and Ingale Sir , I am grateful to you both for your moving comments

truth seeker
17-Sep-2014 08:56 AM

Comment Recpected Sir...
AApan Atishay Manala jya Hava , Pani , Oxyzan .chi Garaj Asate...Ani Adivasi Che...Jivan jya Hiravya Gar Vanat Khulate...Yanche Vishayi aapan khup chhan Kavita...keli aahe...aapalya...khup khup Yash milo ...hich Prarthana karato...ain asech lihat raha Hi vinati...Amachya karita tyatun sandesh det raha.....
Thanks.....Sir punha...
Dadarao Ingle

17-Sep-2014 03:57 AM

Comment great poem with a great message..

rupradha mookerjee
16-Sep-2014 15:32 PM

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