Tree Is Never Free
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The seed was hard,
For it captivated bard.
He watered it for good,
And hoped fruit for food.
After few days and months,
It sprouted it's image for length.
It was growing too fast,
And time quickly passed.
A year had brought fruits and flower,
The bard was happy and said way!
It was decorated and celebrated,
And time and again appreciated.
Nothing he asked further for life,
But the present was a sharp knife.
The tree was chopped and fruits grounded,
He was silent and the story ended.
Dedicated to the tree which was never free.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 31/08/2020
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