Blank Verse

Posted by vijay bharati on Sunday May 14, @12:06AM

This is a poem written by my uncle,who wrote in the early 30's..his name was suraj kishen munshi.he unfortunately died at a very young age of 23,leaving behind a wonderful legacy of poetry which i am sharing with u all... Look at that yonder blossoming tree in youth's green foliage and spring's budding prime, how in its young branches the life thrives, the birds sweetly carol their chorus songs, and the bees build their honied hives; How under its cooling shades the weary travellers stretch their tired limbs, and from twig to twig the squirrels chase, how in its leafy boughs the thrushes merrily chirp the livelong day,and the wood rings, to their flattering notes of praise

But when winter comes and shrill blasts blow over it, and its withered branches lift their hands up to heaven in dumb prayers, as if asking for their lost felicity, robbed of its bridal garb of green, and its falling leaves carried away by swift-winged winds in their distant flights... then no birds carol on its branches; then no thrushes delight its ear with their tuneful eulogies; then no squirrels come; then no bees hum honied hymns of hymenal happiness; then no traveller rests under its shadeless shelter and passers-by pass by, nor pay it even the tribute of a sigh; and the shepherds mock at its fall. perhaps a solitary owl alone rejoices in its desolation

Such is nature, my friend, and such is also the life of man. hence the poet sings all share our joys , no one shares our woes; when the autumn's wings blows ....the bulbul leaves the rose, in other gardens her nest builds, in other lands ring her plaintive notes. when the mango blossoms are over ,cuckoo's songs close. and the lark leaves the land,before the spring goes. all share in our joys ,no one shares our woes, such is the lesson nature teaches , such is the picture life shows...