I touched a tree which had roots
I felt the wood which had no roots
I searched for their heart beat and felt the same rhythm
Consuming me with an excruciating wonder
I wandered into this wonder and thought
When does a tree becomes a wood?
We the human make a tree into the woods
Or there is a time when they turn from tree to woods
I guess I will never know
Is a gardener and a slaughter one and a same?
Slaughter cuts to make a desirable meal
Gardeners trims to sustain a desirable view
Both working to construct the desires...
Are they 2 sides of the same coin
Or the broken pieces of the same mirror
I guess I will never know
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Poems from Beyond
PuisiPoem about losing someone, Poem about hope and redemption, Poem about pain and sorrow, Poem about anything, Poem about everything, Poem about something and also Poem about nothing This is my very first book containing a collection of poems on vari...
