Nothing grows on these barren hills
where a courageous Pine stands alone
pitting against Nature its survival skills.
Nothing grows for the land is unkind
Life does not thrive on hard granite stone
Yet, a mud-filled crevice the Pine did find.
Nothing grows, and many a seed dies
on the heartless hills with hardly a moan.
Nothing grows; yet, the Pine survives.
Fate torments men at every turn of life.
Some buckle under the misfortune's weight,
while some trudge through sorrow and strife
like the lone Pine that stands on the peak
waiting sedately for the storm to abate.
Adversity wilts under their defiant streak.
They are the survivors, and they will contrive
(For perseverance is their most valuable trait)
through the harshest of conditions to stay alive.
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Written July 31st, 2005
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Thank you very much for your comments. I have been away from this site for quite a while now.
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Fantastic
This is fabulous writing! I loved the textural feel of the first stanza, very vivid and your careful words imbued with symbolism. The transition to the fate of men is brilliant and so apropos.
Well done, I enjoyed this.
ferg
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excellent...!!!
hi krishna,
this is so wonderful poem. the orientatio of words and thoughts is too good.
i really have no words to describe that how much i like this. i'm unable to search nice lines in it because each line is better than the other.
million salutes to you...
regards,
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This is a lovely comparasion you've done between human's life and pine... there's alot to learn from the pine trees...
These lines were the clicher for me...
"on the heartless hills with hardly a moan.
Nothing grows; yet, the Pine survives."
krishna this is a beautifully penned poem... I liked the rhyming scheme and it flows well...
mina
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Beautiful. I love the last 3 lines. Perserverance makes all the difference. This is just well, perfect, although that is a suspicious adjective for art, but I'm gonna say it anyway!
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what a beautiful artistic poem. i think this speaks to people on a variety of levels, but the one it hit me on was a particularly deep one. you did an awesome job with this. thank you so much for sharing. love, robin
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fabulous!!!!
A master piece written by you.It really a well desrved poem ....
Regards
Vikash Thakur -
Fate torments men at every turn of life.
Some buckle under the misfortune's weight,
while some trudge through sorrow and strife
like the lone Pine that stands on the peak
waiting sedately for the storm to abate.
I loved this part of your write sometimes we have to stand tall
and not buckle to life just like the lone pine
bravo to you
FrozenTEars -
This is a prfound imagery that you have painted so well on your canvas.It is done with such excellentand it has certainly been aj oy to read. I especially take to the linewhere you speak of the "Life does not thrive on hard granite stone
Yet, a mud-filled crevice the Pine did find."
ICULookn -
I like the words you used in this piece truly amazing. a great satement is being made
Lovly write keep pen to paper
-mars -
Great!
From a survivor to hopefully another, this write definitely caught me in every way! This is a wonderful statement about overcoming adversity, finding light in the dark, and living on on pure hope. -
excellent
Perfectly put up and aptly written..buckle under misfortune's weight..superb art....when going gets tough,the tough...--Shubs -
Excellent
Excellent, I like your style and use of the words. You offer a perspective of hope and surviving even the most difficult times in life... Positive thinking is what I miss with many other poems adressing similar topics. Congratulations! -
Fabulous!
This is awesome and you describe perfectly the instinct of survival even under the most awful of conditions.Great use of imagery and powerful language.Really enjoyed sharing this great piece with you!
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