it's a tree
a vast sprawling one
demon of a tree
thousands of offshoots
millions of branches
grasping tentacles
and i'm lost
as i travel my tree
my endless-maze-tree
my tree is withered
it has no leaves
all brown, no green
stubborn, silent and alone
it has no one else
just me
just as i've no one else
but my tree
i sowed a thought
and watered it my tears
nourished with my fears
it breathed in my sadness
and thrived on my atonement
all my mistakes and my sins
have come to life
the tree has sprung to life
i hug onto it
as it feeds on me
sends its roots deep inside
my very identity
someday i'll become the tree
all brown, no green
stubborn, silent and alone
someday i'll become the tree
i'll be just a bundle
of all those zillion thoughts
that i call my tree
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the writing of this one spanned two classes - eco and marketing.
4 comments:
Owwk... here's my original composition of the day too...[:)]
Pake paed par paka papeeta
paka paed ya paka papeeta
Pake paed ko pakde pinku
pinku pakde paka papeeta
*wild applause and excited cheering*
PS: I had a strong urge to make use of 'lemon tree' too... [:P]
@sunny
i'd have preferred lemon tree. all your 'paeds' made me remember biscuit waale uncle [:P]!
Sahi! [:D] I was hoping you'd catch that... [:P]
But Naween Kumar... read the 4 lines again... think again... you'll find hoohaastically more meanings in them. The kid's name too has been brilliantly chosen [:D][:D]
@sunny
ho gaya?
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