Right from a toddler
To a being 18 years old,
It provided shade ;
Like an orchard along the road.
The oldest tree in the orchard
that lived its life to the fullest,
Laughing, enjoying and
lighting the dark
Dancing to the tunes of,
the hustles and bustles of life.
The seasons passed one by one,
Spring has gone,
And winter has come.
The youthful and dynamic tree
Began sheding its bright leaves and flowers,
Unrushed one by one.
The winter embraced the orchard,
Alas!the oldest tree could'nt revive.
All its leaves were sheded at once,
Leaving the tree pale without an ardour.
The tree lost suddenly all its charm,
'O Grandpa!'you have gone for lifetime
The memories of the tree ,
Will be cherished for the rest of life.
By the enduring trees in the orchard.
The tree is gone forever
On that quiet,windy,dark night;
When all the angels came down to earth,
To show the tree its way to paradise.
Just then all the trees of the orchard
Moved from their side pastel and shattered
To pay homage for one last time,
Deeply grieved by the loss for life,
All of them gathered to,
Offer a bouquet of love.
This poem is written in remembrance of my grandfather who have nurtured our whole family throughout his lifetime.........
His life is being compared to a tree.
