I am the Oak, You my Acorn
(In response to Celtic boy's "An acorn")When you say I am the oak, and you, my dear acorn,
I am filled with pride that you're born from the womb of me,
That I gave birth to the core of you, and clothed you lovingly,
Dressed in the brown nutshell, your little head, peeping reassuringly,
And in that pretty head of yours, are tender thoughts of me,
Words profound come pouring out, such sensitive poetry;
And one day when you are ripe, you'll fall to the ground
Sprout a sapling, like I did once, pretty confidently,
Then your trunk will grow strong, and you'll take the world by a storm,
Your roots will burrow and explore the earth's depths penetratingly,
And then you'll spread your branch-like-arms, heavenwards imploringly,
Sky will be the limit for you; clouds will come and caress you,
Winds will whisper song of love; rains kiss you ardently,
You will be happy, big and strong, your leaves green and comely,
Lovers will come, enwrapped in each other, rest under your canopy!
And that day, my dear acorn, You will become Me!
Give me a thought then dear acorn remember me fondly...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
*The day I wrote the poem "Sometimes I feel I am the Rain", the only thought I had in my heart was of passionate longing and yearning to amalgamate in to one with my beloved! The day I posted this poem on the bay, all I wanted was to share the deepest of my feelings with my friends on the Bay! That it would lead to 'This', I had no inkling at all...?
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-02-04 at 11:03
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