An Adolescent tree taking shape at mid night

From  my dateless diary  09- 04 -2015

A fortnight  of an undeclared  war or  a kind of romance with fever triggered cold and cough still continues and it has taken a different turn does not ensure me the much needed sleep during the night although it makes me tired the whole day. Willing and unable to sleep i felt that i should have recourse to my notebook.In what follows the scribbling on the Adolescent Tree.i know the opportunity cost of this poem If it had been not edited now it would not have taken this shape.

There stands a tree opposite to my house ,neither a young tender plant

Nor a matured majestic tree but  medium sized one.

A fortnight ago I noticed it and perhaps it merited my attention

For it had started shedding almost all the leaves.

Like a chracter in the short story of O Henry, the last leaf

I counted them,six or seven at the most.

I told myself the the leaves of the tree haven fallen to the ground

To kiss it and caress the red earth reminding me of the

Sangam literature love poem.

Then only It dawned upon me that the leaves are falling in love

Now i see at each tip of its innumerable branches, beautiful flowers bloom

White and pink colour fused captivating to the eye.

The tree in all its nakedness was just shivering with love sickness

And to blanket it with a thin veil the scented flowers have cropped up.

Nature is vibrant and regenerating itself with love and more love

Will the humans suffocating themselves in concrete corridors,

Learn the art of communication and conversation and reinvent the

Much forgotten art and the science of love making from the

Nature’s bounty and beauty-the tree on its adolecnsce