Only the singing of birds on my branches
They never heard the breaking of my branches
With no fruits, no flowers
My leaves were shed
And soon My branches will fall
And I will disappear from the vision
And another will sprout in my place
I didn’t bear any flowers
To spread the fragrance
But the thorns
Which spread the pain
But I will remain in
The heart of the one
Who nurtured me
With love
My desert which is always green 
Posted by dinsan on August 1, 2007 at 1:45 pm
good concept and flow of thought. But need to brush up the language used a bit 🙂 I liked it though
Posted by allirekha on August 1, 2007 at 2:40 pm
how can we brush up the language of heart? ;-)………….thank you friend 4 ur coment n advice
Posted by yogesh on August 1, 2007 at 2:42 pm
celebration of gloom …..
i would love to see a occasional
positive aspect
Posted by Ritwik Banerjee on August 1, 2007 at 4:43 pm
I quite like the thoughts behind this. It’s a beautiful idea that you express. I do find it a little too gloomy in general, but you have put in moments of hope in a brilliant manner. For example,
Posted by allirekha on August 2, 2007 at 12:50 pm
Thank You Yogesh And Ritwik for ur coment
And you will find the poem ofcourse gloomy coz i wrote that wen i was gloomy ;-)……….
And Ritwik I feel ur supporting me a looooot through ur comments.
Posted by Ritwik Banerjee on August 2, 2007 at 2:57 pm
Thank you! Believe me when I say that the pleasure has been mine. 🙂
Posted by yogesh on August 3, 2007 at 4:47 pm
keep it up 🙂
Posted by muraliduvvuri on July 20, 2009 at 2:21 pm
nice post!
I would love to invite you to write a post on my just-born blog “Tatsat” when you´ve gotten over your writer´s block!
We are trying to start this blog to encourage more responsible consumerism among the people, more eco-friendly, socio-economically conscious consumption habits.
Here is my nascent blog, do tell us if you are interested!
http://tatsat297.wordpress.com/