Tree of My Childhood

Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by esgallindeion, Jan 4, 2006.

  1. esgallindeion

    esgallindeion Minstrel Knight

    Tree of My Childhood

    My dad once showed a tree to me
    He said "look, its that same old tree
    That lived here before you or I
    The one which I climbed up so high
    And fell down it with painful sighs."

    Years passed and I held up to traditions
    Many a fall followed by remonstrations
    A friend, who'd listen with never a groan
    The tree was to me much a second home
    The grandest colloseum in my rome.

    I look at that tree long years since then
    And reminisce of when I was ten
    Look at a tree with no fruits to bear
    Of what use to have you living there
    Go on then, get lost, out of my lair.

    With tools from hell those men appeared
    And each to one, a clean stroke did sear
    Each painful jab at my childhood days
    For which I paid them, in my craze
    And as I look a tormented gaze
    My wife sees me and tells them "stop,
    Thats enough now, but mind those crops."
    And grief and understanding both equinox.

    Take hand, my friend, from me of this
    For in becoming the man you so wish
    The boy you were may long be dead
    The life that was, gone, a new one led
    Of melancholy and solitude, so it is said.
    nimisha and apurbajd like this.
  2. madhuresh

    madhuresh madhuresh

    old things should die...
  3. PakPride

    PakPride New Member

    It's very gave me goose pimples...Im surprised not a lot of ppl have commented?

    Is this poem based on an experience?
  4. apurbajd

    apurbajd ~#$&*$@*^$

    ^true........ bt we do miss 'em..........

    nicely written dude............
  5. esgallindeion

    esgallindeion Minstrel Knight

    No. Just thought of a scenario and wrote.
  6. Garima

    Garima Born to rule <img src="images/smilies/rule.gif" bo

    ^^^Good thought.... & nicely written :):)
  7. BubblyMartini

    BubblyMartini !!!HAWM

    Its a nice poem esgallindeion..

    if i'd to write a poem on childhood memories
    i wouldnt go further than prancing around with friends and chocolates, maybe cotton candy and wat not

    its a wonderful thought ..
    well written as Garima rightly said

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