When Satchidanandan writes a poem of love and longing, he never writes about tear, flower, and waiting, he writes something else. And that ‘else’ is the essence of the philosophy of his poem. The birth, growth, and maturity of Satchidananda’s poetry can be compared with that immortal phrase-’ poetry should come as a leave comes to a tree’. The poems from the book THE WHISPERING TREE easily takes a reader to a celestial level with the magic and aura created by the observation, interpretation, weight-music- color of the words, exploration of various levels of meaning of human crisis and at one point reader discovers himself in such a state where some undiscovered and unexplained images stand as a tapestry to reverberate a song of love in a language which was never heard before. Satchidnandan is the “poet of Voiceless” and in this collection, he became the voice of century-old voice of love which was being remained pressed and suppressed under the clamor of platitude expression love. It was said in Veda that words are like woman, she uncovers herself only to a particular man of her choice and Satchidanandan is that worthy human being, words uncover their beauty in front of him.