Poem: A Tree in My Courtyard

By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra

courtyardtree

A big tree in my courtyard,
The only heritage, I got, a bard
The light green leaves, delicate flowers,
Sweet fruits in a bounty, all ours
There listen twitching eerie chirrup,
The sparrows built its fagot home with joyful jump
Every morning it wake me up,
Its music is like sweet syrup
I stand beneath and feel the persona,
A morning breeze sweeps like a drink “yagona”
My wife waters, lit an earthen lamp with a hymn,
She touches feet and takes his blessing;
Whenever dejected, I found him,
His soothing voice but in a mime
In the afternoon it meditates a hermit,
My wise elder brother I must admit
Come eve, children play in his shadow,
Ripe sweet fruits what they endow
My bed is in his yard,
I sleep like his ward,
There remains no gap
As I dream in his lap.

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Sandeep Kumar Mishra is an outsider artist, an infrequent writer and lecturer in English with Masters in English Literature and Political Science.He has edited a collection of poems by various poets – Pearls (2002) and written a professional guide book -How to be (2016) and a collection of poems and art – Feel My Heart(2016)

This year his work has published and is getting published in New England Review, Blue Mountain Review, International Times, Literary Yard, Ripen the Page, Poetry Nook, Forever Journal, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine,Priestess and Hierophant,Red Fez, Literary Orphan , Rashtradoot etc.

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