Little Tree And Its Leaves
A Anjandev Roy
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I see
Pleasant breeze is blowing,
The little tree
And its green leaves are swinging
With true joy and pleasure,
They are smiling sweetly
And inviting me wholeheartedly,
I run towards them
Like a little child
And hug the little tree and its beautiful leaves
With great emotion and excitement,
They try hard to say me something,
But in vain,
After a while I realise
They are completely dumb,
Tears come in my eyes
And extreme grief pervades my poetic domain,
Soon my pleasure disappears.
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