One beautiful evening in early April, we found ourselves on the streets of the historic city of Hiroshima. Armed with a digital map, we were three tired souls ready to dump our bags after a long day of travel, eager to take off our shoes and put our tired feet to rest, before settling into our cosy hotel room on the 16th floor, which had absolutely amazing views of the city, particularly the canal overlooking the Atomic Dome in the distance.
But before that happened, on our way to the hotel, I saw this tree as we were waiting for the lights to change—a bare tree, stark and resolute, right in the middle of a busy thoroughfare.
There was something about the tree that haunted me for the rest of the evening. At bedtime, when I logged my diary entry for the day, I wrote about the tree. This was the poem that I scribbled that night, never really intending to share with the world that would be ready to scoff at me for giving words to the mind of a tree. Well, to heck with the world. Here goes my poem along with the image shot that evening.
What A Tree In Hiroshima Once Told Me
Having shed the leaves of my youth,
I stand before you, shorn of my branches,
and leaves and flowers
and everything else that made me ‘me’.
Stripped by the winds of time
I still stand, useless though you may say—
linear, alone and bare.
Waiting to burn in your hearth as fire
Or a frame for you to blow,
Or be carved into a leg of a table; or a chair,
or a harp, to let sweet melody flow.
Make, what you will, of me—
But, here I stand resolute,
Until my very dying breath,
Eager to be put to use!
© Esha Mookerjee Dutta. April 06, 2019
Joining Parul today for #thursdaytreelove which is a photo feature on her blog that brings you beautiful trees from different places every second and fourth Thursday of the month.
If you would like to play along, post a picture of a tree on your blog and link it back to her post.