I Sheltered Below an Oak Tree
Response to Tapan Avasthi poetry challenge.

I have taken a liberty on the poetry challenge, though not a poem on flowers, it was the object of nature that gripped me this morning.
An oak standing alone waved to me,
I was passing merrily on my way.
It had stood for decades resolutely
Welcoming the sunrise to each passing day.
Branches unfurled, it stood massive
Honored and majestic in presence.
Time’s dignity, nurtured and passive,
Lay ingrained in every bud and essence.
A hovered eagle lazed high over the oak
Wafting motionless on the sultry breeze.
As sentinel it watched, of honor it spoke,
Crying the oak’s solitude to other trees.
Through drought and storm, it withstood thunder,
Brave, alone, refusing to bend.
It endured the axe-man’s plunder,
Alone these hardships it did contend.
The course to confound such pain
Was to provide home, shelter to give.
Never wavering under the tumult and strain,
So that God’s creatures may live.
So too your love has sheltered my dream
And acted as my heart’s shield,
To silence the doubts who at me scream,
But your love refused me to yield.
Like the bough of my staunchest soul
You support, so my dreams do hold.
To you my heart I give control,
So that our lives may grow bold.
In you my trust, like oak, must grow
Flowing freely without doubt.
With seeds of sunlight life you sew,
And nurture sunshine, to see darkness out.
Thanks for reading
Extract from, The Bench a poetic delusion.





