Art And Culture

Guess who am I? Autobiography of a tree

In the cycle of day and night,

With the laughter and tears of the sky

As the earth ages,

I grow up

absorbing its heat,

Touching the cold water

expanding my  branches.

I feel the pain of the bites of poisonous ants 

And the pecking of the woodpecker.

Self-sacrificing cold winter

Forces me shade all my leaves

Just Like we forget our past memories 

With the arrival of spring,

I build a family again –

With many friendless birds’ nests

And with the noises

Of human ancestors.

Exchanging heat with ardour

Exchange of life for life

Can sense the vibrations as if the threads of the sitar were plucked

When drenched in heavy rain

I ignore everything-

burning wound

broken arms, thirsty body.

Sarmistha Dey

Sarmistha Dey is an Indian Diaspora staff reporter at WFY, Bahrain bureau. She is an experienced HR and media professional. She is a poet as well as a singer.

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