I saw a tree with leaves all green; <br />For centuries, cut, it had been! <br />Last sixty years, it grew again, <br />Well nurtured by the sun and rain. <br /> <br />Its roots were firmly anchored deep; <br />New twigs and leaves began to peep; <br />And soon, it was a mammoth tree! <br />And birds built nests, sang happily. <br /> <br />The stump that was some years ago, <br />Came back to life like magic, Lo! <br />Its flowers blossomed and turned fruits; <br />The tree was live, because of roots! <br /> <br />Despite the fact, the trunk was cut, <br />Its life remained preserved well but, <br />Its growth was hampered, bit somewhat, <br />A newer lease of life, it got! <br /> <br />The ‘Bharat Vriksh’ was what I saw; <br />Its roots were watered by blood raw <br />Of freedom-fighters, leaders great, <br />Who sacrificed their lives and fate! <br /> <br />The massive trunk was people’s might, <br />And patriots who went to fight; <br />The branches cut were widows made, <br />And mothers, whose sons had all died. <br /> <br />The tree looks lovely now but then, <br />For snakes, ants, vermin, ’tis haven; <br />They suck the sap and eat the wood, <br />And devour the fruits as food! <br /> <br />We Indians must preserve this tree; <br />Our fathers made us ever free; <br />We live a life of dignity; <br />Let Indians live in unity. <br /> <br />Remember all the brave souls lost; <br />Remind ourselves our freedom’s cost; <br />Let’s love our heritage always; <br />Let’s lead the world in every race! <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 17-8-2007<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bharat-vriksh/
