by ABU SIDDIK
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
at wee hours in winter i see you dew-soaked,
in monsoon you shower for days
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.