THE WITHERING TREE

Sometimes I wonder who is she . Who brought life to this withering tree. Sometimes i think i know her. Sometimes i wish i really did. There’s a story that flashes in her eyes. To see smile on her lips, i could pay any price. But she just smiles and walk away. Hold her tears and pretend to be okay. The skin is smoother than silk and heart is made of GOLD. In the depth of time lies a story never heard and never told. Her problem is she cares what others have to say Moulding herself as if she were a doll made up of clay.

Everyone was oblivious of the fact that i was kind of dead They just thought it to be another morning where i woke up from my bed, None were aware of the fact it was just a body which was lifeless As if a mannequin wrapped in a beautiful dress Even When you came it was still the same. At first i could feel some sensation, But it was proving to be just vexation Somewhere between hope and fear lied my anticipation There was tussle between the two, Whoever wins the battle will get you. In the end it was hope that stood victorious Dancing with joy was a body that once stood lifeless Once a withering tree is now a blossoming flower :-) All because of the love and care that you shower...