The Tree
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Pallab Chaudhury
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That the tree carries the essence of life
Is known to the earth, so without hiding
It pours her love with so much of care.
But being lucky, trees aren't overjoyed.
The chlorophyll of leaves supply fresh air
To the pedestrian; birds- they often come
For love and build nests; give passers-by
Full hopes- so that after rest, they restart.
Can a site without trees be charming one?
The nature, by now, keeping a strange look
Passing to us its- all countless alerts
As without lung, a body is dull and dead!
Having planted a tree, a clever gains
More than that due to hundred pilgrimages.
Dated: 16-05-2024.
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