A TREE AND THE WIND

Perhaps, it would have wished to say some thing
A tree germinated
After having grown
The tree does not speak
But it gets into its job
Like the existence of goodness the tree stands –
 
We look into tree
But we do not look in to ourselves-
 
The wind has come and met the tree
The tree revealed its secret
The same wind blows on us
 
Even after that we do not learn the requisite
Within us we do not function properly –
 
The tree and the wind do not have goals
They will have qualities only
The tree and the wind do not have ethos
They will have results only
 
Poetry without language has its spread –
 
We will have to understand that
And
We will have to absorb that