Trees and My Love

Trees and My love
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 They were green with colour ful

   at the age from six to twenty

   They had showered it’s love

  by showering it’s flowers and cool air

  They were my play mates in the evenings,

   holiday’s, from the morning to night.

 They were our stumps  and

 stage of my childish plays

The running of two decades and

my hurry of hunting money

They have gone from my memory  .

 I returned with my kids to my land and

found my friends are missing

Asked my parents.

Where are they?

My old father answered with a smile,

you are sitting on them  and your kids are playing on it

Yes.

They are turned as a chair and dancing horse

sAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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