From the first days when I started to appreciate poetry in my childhod, I have been in awe of a poet named Robert Frost. His  'Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening'  mesmerises me till date. Its lines " The woods are lovely, dark and deep..........." maintain their inexplicable charm and magic. I have always wanted to write like him, for somewhere deep inside his words connected and resonated with my thoughts. I have since then idolised this great poet whose simple verses and lyrical prowess always seemed to be pregnant with 'the simple truths of life'. Later I read 'Mending Wall' which further bolstered my fascination with Frost.


This poem, written only a couple of days back, is in humble tribute to this great poet and as a mark of respect adheres to the same rhyming scheme as was so regularly employed by him.
 

A  CLIMBER  GROWING  UP 
 MY  WALL

Last afternoon when I was free
Ambling aimless all by me
At my backyard made this find
Of one luscious climber tree.

Growing off some seedy crack
I did marvel at its knack
Of surviving the cruel heat
Running up an unseen track.

Tendrils hung in mystery curl
Every node in eager knurl
As if reaching out for help
To let its nascent leaves unfurl.

Taking moments off my praise
Reason intervened my gaze
I considered uprooting it
And put the trouble all ablaze.

Craven, it did seem at first
For this summer it won’t last
Though I pondered if the clouds
Would come early to its thirst.

My mind from me wanted to know
If some kindness I could show
To let this harmless climber live
And come back later, see it grow.

That very moment I could sense
Lovely shoots wilt in suspense
No fruit or flower tempting me
That later could bring repentance.

And while I turned my back to leave
I sensed a feeling of reprieve
In unheard words of thankfulness
That I had let that climber live.

................................................. Lifes Precious.  Ain't it??

The Ultimate compliment to an ardent admirer of Frost like me came in this form:

monu g said...	11:32 PM | 25/Nov/06 | |
:).. well to confess i read it initially as Robert frost''s only later to know that u had written it.. wondeful dude.. especially the thought that goes behind it.. U r definitely a talented one.. keep postin..