पेड़ की छांव मे कभी वह
बैठते थे अति प्रीति से,
पर यह बैठना अति भिन्न है
उस बैठने की रीति से…
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He once used to sit
very lovingly
in the shade of a tree,
but this sitting is
quite different from the way
he used to sit…
–Kaushal Kishore
image: pinterest
Kaushal Kishore 
Our minds and thoughts most certainly affect our experiences in everything we do. Nice thought provoking piece KK. Blessings to you. 🤗❤️
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Yes, Joni, we do what’s more convenient at the moment without thinking of the consequences. Thank you for liking and commenting 😊💖
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I immediately saw someone who was minus one. Trees represent many emotions for me. Big hugs KK 🦋
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It demonstrate your kindness. Much love to you 💖
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Thank you very much KK. ❤️🦋
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Very nice Sir.
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Thank you, Verma ji.
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“You can never go home again!” This expression springs to mind upon reading your poignant and thought-provoking poem, KK.
As a child, I used to climb to the top of a huge magnolia tree that grew in the churchyard and spent many hours among the fragrant flowers surveying the surrounding countryside. Looking at a recent online photo, I searched for the tree, but it was gone. The tree lives on in my memory, but in time, I too will be gone. The tree lives on in a poem, but that too may soon be forgotten.
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Very well said, Cheryl. Its happening everywhere and that’s exactly what I wanted to put across through this poem. I had seen a picture that shows a man sitting under an umbrella kept over tree, whose branches have been chopped off. I couldn’t post it because of copyright issue, but idea emerged in the form of this poem. Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful reflections 🙏💐
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Sweetly sad.
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Yes, sad, but true. Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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This tree doesn’t offer any shade as it is just bare, Kaushal. There would be no point of sitting under but resting against it is another matter.
Joanna
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That’s exactly the point I was making, Joanna, that once he used to sit under the dense shade of a tree, but now he has to sit this way (without a shade). This shows human stupidity in cutting trees. Thank you so much for sharing your views.
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Thank you, Kaushal, for making this point; I love trees as if I was related to them, and of course, I am as together with rivers and plants, we are part of the universe.
Joanna
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So true, Joanna! I know your love for nature and its various elements. You’re welcome, always!
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Great thought provoking piece, KK. Truly enjoyed .💕
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Thank you, Grace! I’m grateful that you liked it.😊💖
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I sure did. My pleasure .💕
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Wonderful write 🌴🌴🌴
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Thank you so much, Simpson 🙏💐
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.Poems are written to inspire , motivate n to make a difference,
So true ,sir 💕💕
इंसान काबिल ही नही इस निस्वार्थ प्रीती का
भाग रहा है बेलगाम , गुलाम बना रीति का
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Well said, Reena! Thank you 😊💖
सही है इंसान प्रकृति के प्रेम के काबिल नहीं
इसीलिए जो उसका है वह भी उसे हासिल नहीं
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wow KK. poignant and sad but we carry on and view life from an open. view 💖👏👏
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Well said, Cindy! We must see what we can do. Thank you 😊💖
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Great piece!!
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Glad you liked it, Vidah! Thanks!
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Somehow reminds me of an Abbas kiroatami film image Kaushal Ji.
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Are you talking of Taste of Cherry, Narayan ji?
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