The Tree
Ashim Kumar Paul
Lifeless when the earth was
Full of silence
Had no breath, no free stroll
Desolate the land was.
Bleak was the earth from the exultation
Of the primal artistry of Creation,
Could not be replete with herself
Just for a tree.............
Who has bound the earth with its bond of love
Bond of ardour, given her verve
And has been a great chum of the clay.
THE TREE
