Negative Poem

The fruits hanging from the branches Of your tree, evoke in my heart an emotion People With contempt call it jealousy And I too wished to have some Exactly like that of you I grew older; one by one they stuck to me And I bear a lot of them Like the followers of you of face book follow you And wait for every status you update Or the little piece of your mind you post Like a thirsty bird waiting for a drop of rain In the extreme summer of June/July And you enjoy this to the lees like a celebrity, but you are wrong And I am too frighten as too many fruits Could harm a branch Unable to bear I will be left broken. If I am right then the story would end Discussing your down fall As a Buddha never follows another Buddha They vie to surpass each other The animosity between them to do excellence is so strong That they do not hold back even to kill Really, really I am too frighten.