Philosopher Trees

Philosopher Trees

Trees are the living-ones, they have
Their hearts and souls, the souls
Which reverberate love in the hearts
Of philocalists, the philocalist owls.

They see, they sing, the hear, they taste,
And they sense our senses in true sense,
They are makers; they make poets,
Obliqueness is their beauty, and fragrance.

Winds are their messengers, their lovers
Are flutterbies, bees and we, the poets,
Every leaf that falls down reverberates her
Sonnet, ballad of life, and odes.

The last leaf tells her story and
Acompanies her friends- in the stack,
They tell their ballads to wandering winds
And winds sing it to buds and bees.

The ballads must be set in autumn archive,
O, poet jagdish, the philosophy must be alive.

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About Jagdish Singh Ramana

Jagdish Singh Ramana is born on July 01, 1998 in Sriganganagar(Rajasthan) to a peasant Mr. Gurbaksh Singh and Mrs. Amarjeet Kaur. Masters in English Literature from Maharaja Ganga Singh University,Bikaner. He is a keen lover of Persian and Urdu poetry and History. He writes Persian and Urdu poetry with the nom de plume of 'Bekhabar-Khoshdil'(بی خبر خوشدل) literary means 'Ignorant cherished or happy heart'and in Punjabi 'Vadhu'(ਵਾਧੂ) means an 'Extra' or 'Good for nothing'.He is a translator in five languages and Well-versed in Punjabi;Hindi;Urdu;Persian etc. "Sometimes solitude is not silence and clamour is not noise." Growing my heart for poetic reflections....

5 thoughts on “Philosopher Trees

  1. amitapaul

    This poem should be a wake up call for those who think nothing of destroying whole forests in the name of so – called “ development “

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