A Heritage of Trees

Discussion in 'Favourite Poetry' started by Wish, Feb 25, 2012.

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    Wish Well-Known Member

    A Heritage of Trees


    I saw a man
    Attack a tree today
    The road from
    Mysore
    To Ooty
    About twenty miles along it
    There you'll see a tragic sight.

    A line of noble trees
    Mutilated: branches ripped
    Untimely from their trunks,
    The trunks themselves
    Wounded, lacerated
    Have died

    Their sides
    Browned by the sun
    Their scabs and scars
    Defy repair.

    Those noble trees
    Planted long since
    By some sweet hand, some Ismail
    Visveswaraya or unknown :
    Or royal patronage :

    Let them come now from some
    More peaceful shade
    To look once more
    On their life's work.

    Trees for the people?
    Let all enjoy them
    Hack them cut them up
    So that the fires
    That cook the village
    Food
    Shall burn more hot.

    Trees are our heritage

    By David Horsburgh
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    Wish Well-Known Member

    Words to Know :

    Attenuated : reduced in force or value

    Heritage : what is or may be left to us by someone who has lived before : an inheritance

    Ismail : the son of Abraham, mentioned in the Bible, the Torah and the KoQuran. The Quran reports that Abraham and Isma'il raised the foundations of the House. The 'house' is the Kaaba in Makkah.

    Lacerated : cut roughly

    Long since : a long time ago

    More peaceful shade : heaven

    Mutilated : cut off : having limbs (branches) cut off

    Royal patronage : the support given to others by a ruler

    Tragic : sad : distressing

    Untimely : not at the right time : too early : the trees are still living

    Visveswaraya : Sir M. Visveswaraya, who became the Dewan of Mysore in 1912. An engineer, he was the true architect of modern Mysore.


    About The Poem :

    This poem A Heritage of Trees is not a rhyming poem. There is no rhyme scheme. The lines are short and there is no metre. Note that in poetry some words can be left out : e.g. Attack a tree today (on) the road from Mysore to Ooty.

    Can you say why the sentences are broken up as they are? You will have to read the poem a number of times to feel how the lines (and the thoughts) flow.
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  1. Salik Siddiqi Well-Known Member

    nice sharing :)

  2. Zohaib Jan Well-Known Member

    Beautiful shairing....!!

    "Mene kahin parha tha about the trees...!!
    Ek tree ko kaat kar us se pencil banai gayi..
    usi tree ki lakri se Paper banaya gaya..
    or phir us pencil se us paper pe likha gaya k
    "Darakht Hamara Wirsa Hain " :cry:

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    Wish Well-Known Member

    Thank u ..

    Nyce Zohaib bhai

  3. Bharra Dimagh Well-Known Member


    V good sharing ji (y)

  4. Delicate Butterfly Well-Known Member

    A line of noble trees
    Mutilated: branches ripped
    Untimely from their trunks,
    The trunks themselves
    Wounded, lacerated
    Have died
    .
    .
    .
    Let them come now from some
    More peaceful shade
    To look once more
    On their life's work
    .
    .
    .
    Inspired by these...(y)

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    Wish Well-Known Member

    Thnank u, bharra demagh and Db :)

  5. Bharra Dimagh Well-Known Member


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