Some trees look like sons to me. <br />Some like mothers. <br />Some are daughters, brides, <br />A few like brothers. <br />Some are like my grandfather, <br />Sparsely leafed. <br />Some like my grandmother <br />Who threw choori to the crows. <br />Some trees are like the friends <br />I used to kiss and embrace. <br />One is my beloved <br />Sweet. Painful. <br />There are trees I would like <br />To throw on my shoulder playfully, <br />There are trees I would like <br />To kiss and then die. <br />The trees sway together <br />When strong winds blow. <br />I wish I could render <br />Their verdant, leafy language. <br />I wish that I could <br />Return as a tree <br />And if you wanted to listen to my song <br />I would sing it in the trees. <br />The trees are like my mother, <br />May their shade live forever.<br /><br />Shiv Kumar Batalvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-60/
