When the bark of the sagwan

was brown and dark,

it stood in the storm

like a rock.


Withstanding all the  seasons ,

firm and tough

the bark was considered

for long.


A hollowness now creates


amidst the forest,

like a dungeon

in a cave.


White flowers swung

with light fragrance,

ready is the mighty ,

to be cut and laid…


the enormity of sagwan

forever remains,

like a lore

in the forest tales.



Sagwan: teak tree

Teak or Sagwan Tectona grandis in Kolkata, Wes...
Teak or Sagwan  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)





33 thoughts on “THE SAGWAN

  1. Debaroon March 8, 2013 / 1:22 am

    Wow……..another pretty read 🙂

    • soumyav March 12, 2013 / 3:15 pm

      Thank you Deba! 🙂

  2. dranilj1 March 8, 2013 / 2:11 am

    Pretty pleasingly flowing delicacy and grace; delighting the senses, exciting intellectually, and compelling emotional admiration!

    • soumyav March 8, 2013 / 11:57 pm

      Thank you Doc,for your kind words of appreciation. Good to see you here.

  3. Uzoma March 8, 2013 / 4:15 am

    First, thank you for introducing me to this sagwan tree. With strength and an enormous presence conferred on it, one could tell what will happen when it’s gone.

    • soumyav March 8, 2013 / 11:55 pm

      Thank you Uzo,Iam glad you could feel the connection

  4. Personal Concerns March 8, 2013 / 8:01 am

    I like the subject of this post. A girth full of strength and a likelihood of its disappearance with the passage of time!

    • soumyav March 8, 2013 / 11:55 pm

      Thank you Amit,yes true its fast disappearance is of concern

  5. neelkanth March 8, 2013 / 9:15 am

    What a beautiful depiction, Soumya, you have made the ‘Sagwan’ a most inspirational source of rock like strength. I did relish it having rated it as an ‘Excellent’ one.

    • soumyav March 8, 2013 / 11:54 pm

      Thank you very much Sir for liking this.

  6. lgyslaine March 8, 2013 / 12:13 pm

    Thank you for making me discover this tree and this custom 🙂

    • soumyav March 8, 2013 / 11:53 pm

      welcome Gys,in INdia almost all the furnitures,interiors of the house are made by using the logs of this tree. An anti termite tree.

  7. Sharmishtha Basu March 8, 2013 / 6:39 pm

    beautiful ode to a beautiful tree. very beautiful soumyav.

    • soumyav March 8, 2013 / 11:51 pm

      Thank you Sharmishtha! this is very valuable to us.

  8. tornadoday March 9, 2013 / 7:02 am

    ……..always, their stories are passed to us in the falling leaves and in the rings beneath her ancient skin. I love this. It falls into the same category as some of the Cherokee folklore that I love so much. Thank you for sharing. ~ All my love, Bobbie

    • soumyav March 9, 2013 / 7:56 am

      Thank you dear for the love you share wth me and my words.

    • soumyav March 9, 2013 / 7:56 am

      Thank you dear for the love you share wth me and my words.

  9. ledrakenoir March 9, 2013 / 12:52 pm

    Really enjoy reading this, excellent written… 🙂

    • soumyav March 9, 2013 / 2:19 pm

      Thank you Drake,glad you loved this

    • soumyav March 10, 2013 / 10:24 pm

      Thank you so much Wendell.

  10. Ben Naga March 12, 2013 / 3:42 am


    Forlorn orphan October, out of place
    Within the embers of the fading year
    Where trees, their naked limbs a’shiver,
    Stand around dolefully, orphans too,

    Here down by the river that observes, reflective,
    Passes by without pausing or check of pace,
    Passes no comment save a quiet chuckling,
    Passes on free of burdensome fare thee wells.

    Elders, beeches, larches, oaks and willows
    Barely remembering how they, full of grace and cheer,
    Chattering with birds, in their own carefree abandon
    Sent forth tiny scents hell bent on teasing the senses,

    Decked in tiny new grown gowns of green.
    Always green some witch’s curse, perhaps?
    How ever else could they, over and over, be so green?
    Little suspecting answering the gentle beckoning,

    The flowery poésie of foliate Spring,
    Forebodes the florid tumescence to come
    That scorches and parches and flays
    And discolours and wrinkles and crumbles

    A comely gown, no longer to admire
    Or clothe a beckoning bower.
    The river, emerged mysteriously from the earth,
    Is lost now among the waves’ unending song.

    • soumyav March 12, 2013 / 10:56 am

      Such a beauty to share.the poem is wondrously beautiful

      • Ben Naga March 12, 2013 / 2:42 pm

        It was reading yours that reminded me of it. 🙂

        • soumyav March 12, 2013 / 2:43 pm

          So its mutual! 🙂

    • soumyav March 17, 2013 / 10:27 am

      Thank you dear! Love to see you here

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