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#####
Note: The poem is written in Chant style, a favorite of mine.
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Lovely Poem, Srivalli. As usual, Loved your poetry. Happy A2Zing :)
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Thank you so much, Sundeep :)
DeleteBeautifully written I didn't know there is something Chant style of writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so, Viyoma. :) It's an old style and a beautiful one.
DeleteWas lost in the magical words of the poem and the last two lines just filled my heart with sadness. Very beautiful Srivalli! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jyoti :)
DeleteBeautiful poem, I like this Chant style!
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Thank you, Frederique :) It's my favorite style.
DeleteWow...Simply wow.. loved it immensely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sonia :D
DeleteEven 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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?
Thank you so much, Anagha. <3
DeleteIt's the second one. The paintings were already there. I pick the ones that inspire me.
Beautiful! The thoughts under barren tree.
ReplyDeleteThank you, P :)
DeleteBeautifully done Srivalli.
ReplyDelete"Was it really a curse to be barren?" will haunt me.
Thank you, Arti :)
DeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteThank you, Arti. It is a beautiful style. <3
DeleteWow... 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 :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ira :)
DeleteYeah, hope they think so too.
It is a lovely style of poem and so sad. Weekends In Maine
ReplyDeleteThank you! Yes, it is a beautiful style. :)
DeleteLoveley! You introduced me to Chant Style...
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