The Withering Tree

THE WITHERING TREE


"I LOVE YOU", She said to me the previous day,
and now i am left stunned by the destiny's play

I was happy to know that she loved me,
had'nt an inkling that i would be withering tree

I was the tree grown out to be strong and tall,
but this incident made even my last leaf to fall

I stood the wind, i stood the sun,
not even my twig felt the burn.

Now the root deep inside the mother earth is burning,
and the braches are wilting

Now i bear no more fruits,
and no nightiangle sits on me,with voice like that of flute

I remember the time when i was just a seed
and was planted inside a fence away from the weed

Few days of time i transformed to tree from little palntling,
i was being watered every morning and evening.

The sun was dazzling and it was morning time,
so fair was she, he color resembled that of lime.

"can i make my nest on you, dear tree"
with her sweet voice she asked me.

Winter led way to summer and summer to winter,
with the passage of time, we came close to each other.

I used to provide her shelter,
when the scorching sun made her swelter

I used to be her home,
when she was hit by flurry of storm.

I was her only partner,
when earth was covered with snow in winter

But no matter happiness how big or small,
can ever be seen by the person, filthiest of all

known to be everyone by the name of man,
he takes pleasure in destroying other worlds wheneve he can

He hit my nightiangle with a slingshot
and cruely stood there giving out a boast

There felt the nightiangle covered with blood on the ground,
and his happiness knew no leaps and bound.

This was the end of both her and mine,
Now there would be no mornings and no dazzling sun to shine.

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  1. wow awsome ikshit.......kya likha h yaar...

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