Belonging

(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')

Wooden

I am not as woody as they brand me

All I crave for is only boundless love.

as they expect  the same from me

Trees understand better 

When I cultivated a secret intimacy

between us; 

they let me hug and even kiss;

They surely  know I am a city man

expecting the first bell of the next train,

to jump up to leave them. 

They know how bored  I am of this

Monotony of hilly fields

giving only doleful  thrills

and recommence

their droll of penance;

One tree understood

the real more of me

When I hugged throwing

my two arms around

planting a deep human kiss on it.

It shaded me for a fortnight of

academic examinations’ heat.

The leaves on top rustled

the message, ‘You belong

to us as we to you.'

But why not 

those girls?

Vaiyavan