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Friday, April 24, 2020

Under the Barren Tree

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju


In an old tee and track that smelled of mothballs
She sat under the barren tree

When scattered thoughts refused to obey
She sat under the barren tree

Questions bizarre flooded her mind
She sat under the barren tree

Beside the puddle, reflecting their sad life
She sat under the barren tree

Musing if it was the season of late rains or early autumn
She sat under the barren tree

Wondering if the old tree would live through
She sat under the barren tree

Thinking if the shade would be missed or the fragrance
She sat under the barren tree

Pondering if the distant blur was indeed purple
She sat under the barren tree

As the colors of Nature watched her mood
She sat under the barren tree

Her heart whispering aloud the pent up agony
She sat under the barren tree

Was it really a curse to be barren; no one seemed to answer
She sat under the barren tree

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Note: The poem is written in Chant style, a favorite of mine. 

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23 comments:

  1. Lovely Poem, Srivalli. As usual, Loved your poetry. Happy A2Zing :)
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  2. Beautifully written I didn't know there is something Chant style of writing.

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    1. Thank you so, Viyoma. :) It's an old style and a beautiful one.

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  3. Was lost in the magical words of the poem and the last two lines just filled my heart with sadness. Very beautiful Srivalli! Loved it.

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    1. Thank you, Frederique :) It's my favorite style.

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  5. Wow...Simply wow.. loved it immensely.

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  6. Even if barren, the tree was her true companion, come rain or sun. And for the barren tree as well the vice versa. Probably it will live on and on till she sat under it! Its the warmth of that unspoken friendship that will keep it alive.
    I have a question for you. I loved all the pics that you have used so far. Did you get them made as per your poems or was it that the poems sprang up in your heart after looking at these pictures?

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    1. Thank you so much, Anagha. <3
      It's the second one. The paintings were already there. I pick the ones that inspire me.

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  7. Beautiful! The thoughts under barren tree.

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  8. Beautifully done Srivalli.
    "Was it really a curse to be barren?" will haunt me.

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  9. I love the chant style..No i don`t think it was a curse to be barren..in fact it could be so empowering for the tree..it has nothing to lose

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  10. Wow... This was such a lovely poem Srivalli... You indeed weave magic through your poetic words... And the ending left me with a haunting question too.... I am sure it wasn't a curse... Nothing is ever a curse.... Hope the tree and lady think so too :)

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    1. Thank you so much, Ira :)
      Yeah, hope they think so too.

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  11. Loveley! You introduced me to Chant Style...

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