I want to live like an Oak in shadows
Of snow crusted mountains: a young forest
Of beech and pine saplings will grow under me.
My view shall be clear: I’ll watch the heavens
Unfold in the night; I’ll see cold winter
Tip-toe from shivering lands of distant North.
I shall lose track of time. I shall be kin
To rocks and sparkling streams; the mist will cool
My roots and April sun warm my new leaves.
The birds shall rest in me; my heart will sound
With joyous cries: they’ll never fear a storm.
And when the time arrives, I shall let go
Of my acorns and leaves to meet the Earth
Like one who has seen the beautiful world,
Eager to see what waits, with no regrets.
– Diptesh Ghosh (1992)
This poem was shared by Diptesh Ghosh on email, dated June 2014 (After yet another visit to OG, inspired by the Oak tree that is forever linked to us)Tags: 1990s Diptesh Ghosh Poetry