The summer days drew him to the foot of the tree,
sometimes to read, sometimes to dream,
sometimes just to while away time and brood.
Grass grew tall around the tree;
The shadows grew longer and dark;
the tree grew taller above the man's head
and the man knew nothing at all.
But the man and the tree were naturalised
to each other's presence without knowing the silence
and the link with the forest around.
The light of the life of the tree
burnt inside the dark heart,
a white flame burning
inside the dark candle.
And the man knew nothing at all.
sometimes to read, sometimes to dream,
sometimes just to while away time and brood.
Grass grew tall around the tree;
The shadows grew longer and dark;
the tree grew taller above the man's head
and the man knew nothing at all.
But the man and the tree were naturalised
to each other's presence without knowing the silence
and the link with the forest around.
The light of the life of the tree
burnt inside the dark heart,
a white flame burning
inside the dark candle.
And the man knew nothing at all.
Sushama Karnik
Thanks Lise Wal for the Daily Drawing.
Thanks Lise wal, after a long time I am writing on your drawing
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