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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2202295
a poem on a garden of nut trees and its appeal to the poet.
o, my nut trees!

many a time I come to you

to find self under your dark shade

and solitude.

at wee hours in winter i see you dew-soaked,

in monsoon you shower for days

and glee.

in hot summer noons under you

farmers doze and allay their pains.

i am not your owner,

but I dance when you dance

and beat breast when you moan.

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