My Friend, My Tree.

I ran to the tree,

It was attracting me.

I ran and hugged its trunk.

It was so tough,

But it shed,

Some dry leaves and small flowers.

Flowers were violet,

I loved to see them on the earth,

And the leaves were yellow green,

Which were of dry days back.

I took few flowers in my palm,

Felt their blessings.

Leaves were their friends.

They too are fallen.

They are reminisces of the past and the present,

And I am of the same.

Make me friend oh! My tree.

Make me tough as much as I can be.

Make me shed my dry days back.

Make my pain blossom in love,

As the flowers in thee.


I hugged the rough trunk of the tree

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