TODAY -
The Tree of Life
Herojit Philem *
On the meadow of humanity
As a child I grew
Happily, no sadness, with simplicity
I live my life.
In the stromy night
Oak and Banyan protect me.
When I grew mature;
Three thousand fruits, I bore
One thousand had rotted
Poeple ate one thousand of them;
For one thousand, I synthesized food
Under heat and in tempest.
But, oh! One day
Cruel thief stole my roots
I'm dying now.
* Poem written by Herojit Philem who can be contacted at herojit(dot)philem(at)hotmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on November 06 2012.
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