PC (1st April,1970 / Assam)

Under The Avenue Tree

Wow! Who planted these rows of tree and all...
I haven't seen but he seems to be known.
The trees, as if, all friends, praise him in rustle
Day and night by the winds sweet blown.
It touches my heart as I can see passers-by
Resting on the shadow- deep-dense and green;
And other than this, if I look, find here-by
A grazing field and a distant forest-margin.

The cows have gone away; some are in game;
And by the day-end I need to go all along!
The lovely trees are calling me by name;
Being a cow-boy, how can I sit for long?
I have to return the cows to their shed,
Before the sun becomes just setting-red.

(Dated: 16-08-2017) .

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A very good poem.....nicely written- - -X
Nice simply nice and lovely. Thanks for sharing
The cows have gone away; some are in game; And by the day-end I need to go all along! The lovely trees are calling me by name; Being a cow-boy, how can I sit for long? I have to return the cows to their shed, Before the sun becomes just setting-red... ......a beautiful divine cow- boy....fine poem dear poet thanks 10000000++++++
Wow! Who planted these rows of tree and all... I haven't seen but he seems to be known. The trees, as if, all friends, praise him in rustle Day and night by the winds sweet blown. - - - - - - - - - wow- - such a lovely poem on nature ! Who has planted the rows of trees ? Your heart is grateful for the unknown gardener who cared to plant trees for travellers .Heart is grateful for the Almighty for He is the gardener who cares for His creatures.
The cows have gone away; some are in game; And by the day-end I need to go all along! Nice composition
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