The jute arches ache thy cordate,
Had been the bothers awayed,
The truest thought is sick,
The selfless self defied,
The dwellers buried the estimates,
The bold self broke now,
why the time recedes,
why the trees of life part,
I wonder, why the love..
Of the trees kills..
I wonder.....
Sajad Meer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-friends-are-trees/
