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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Monday, 16 March 2026

Tree

 03.03.2026


Most mornings
I wake up and see this tree-
What peace it brings to me!
Swaying gently in the breeze
against the blue sky,
Bringing pleasure to my eyes.

A home to birds, squirrels and insects
This tree is the best.
Dogs rest under its shade
On hot, sunny days.
Men lean against its trunk
To smoke a cigarette .

This tree outside my window
is the best.

Passersby gather around
Its branches,
engaged in small talk.
This tree outside my window
is a blessing from God.

Standing tall and firm,
Yet gently swaying ,rustling,
Braving cold winters,
Hot sun, and monsoon storms,
this tree outside my window-
Is what  God wants to tell us all-
Be gentle, kind and firm‐-
whatever  storms may come.

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