They treasure-
All the old buildings that were built,
They treasure -
All the old cars that ran on these roads,
They treasure-
All the clothes that was once in fashion,
They treasure -
All the people that fought for freedom,
They also treasure -
All their forefathers who lived in this world,
They even treasure,
All the food that they have eaten,
They treasure everything that existed and are gone,
They call these treasures that are gone,
A memory
But -
Why don’t they treasure,
Me.
The Me-
Who saw all their treasures live,
The Me-
Who saw all their treasures fade away,
Why don’t they treasure ME?
Me-
The simple old tree,
Must I too be a memory..
by Viloshena Ravandran
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9 years ago
4 comments:
never minds...i treasure u... piece!
i a bit blur....the me in this poem is mother nature/trees or
it it u?
n if its u...then tell me who dont treasure u...
cause i sure we..all ur friends do...so just remember someone out there is looking up to u...!
Wei clowns..its pretty obivious u ppl were sleeping in Ms.Amyzar and Ms. Shoba's class..i m talking abt mother nature/tree la...
don't tell me my poem is so good that it can be analyzed like wat we use to do in our English Studies class...
haha!ak ah laa...reading your poem, suddenly i remembered Wilfred owen's poem, cant b analyzed at all by my-already-ailing-brain-when mentioned of english studies..hahaha!
btw vilo, since when do you care about mother nature? i thot u only care bout boys????KIHKIHKIHKIH.......
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