A Tree poem by Sri Aurobindo

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Sri Aurobindo's poem 

A Tree  

A tree beside the sandy river-beach
  Holds up its topmost boughs
 Like fingers towards the skies ,they cannot reach,
 Earth-bound, heaven-amorous. 
This is the soul of man. Body and brain
 Hungry for earth our heavenly flight detain. 
( Later edition of this work: The Complete Works of Sri Aurobindo.- Set in 37 volumes.- Volume 2.- Collected Poems.- Pondicherry: Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 2009.- 751 p)

 A tree  by sri Aurobindo is a six line spritual poem containing a quartain and a couplet. abab rhyme scheme in quartain. He speaks about attaining higher level of sprituality in humans.Tree is used as a metaphor. A Tree beside river is with its branches upwards like fingers towards heaven.Though the boughs try to reach skies it cannot touch the sky. The poet talks about tree's positivity to reach Supreme God. Tree is deep rooted to the earth and immovable,still tries to reach divine. whereas the man is earthly bound and with carnal desires doesn't want to get spritual awareness.he always wanted to be in his dark castle with temporary & momentous happiness. the last couplet reveals that with the physical desires man detains his flight to heaven.

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