The old tree is withering with care
As if preparing to fall softly
The ground is sodden and muddy
Will it cushion the fall?
Its leaves are the color of death
Its branches ghost of life
Truncated off its glory and days
It stands old but wise
I used to be with it
When it was lush and green
Reminiscent of happier times
Its leaves reminder of eternal spring
No tombstone will be raised for it
No epitaph will be written
Gone to the whispers of wind
It will live in me
I will die with it
2 comments:
oye geda...maximum senti bhachas ta..k ho yo cheu na tuppo ko sentiments....tyo tree khasera tauko ma lagera khaldo bhako ho?
saale tukki
tyo tree khasnu ra tero tauko khasera hune impact koi bhanda koi kam chaina chor tanlai jaile ni pelnai parchha?
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