A tree’s song


I stretch till my arms ache

The golden effulgence

Has brought a warm glow to my tan-skin;

I can no more conceal behind a  dense foliage;

Only the tears I shed have kept me alive;

While my feet grappled and dug deeper

Into a tear-stricken earth.

The birds have finally found a new abode;

And I moan like an abandoned child;

The darkness is starting to blind the horizons

And I sway in silent sync

With the sound of a cricket that is starting to

play a little music in my ears…


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