The Tree
A Anjandev Roy
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The story of an amazing tree,
Like this you probably never heard before,
This is the tree of my ambitious soul,
I have been nourishing this since it was a very little seed,
Gradually it has developed taking all the nutrients from my inner self.
Crossing some important stages,
Now it's a full grown tree,
But it's futile even with its strong and powerful stature,
It does not know me, my fruitful language at all,
As if I am completely alien to it,
I hug my tree with all my emotions,
But it's barren and indifferent,
It stares at me and only stares with its meaningless eyes,
Is this its treachery?
I can't believe.
I see it in deep pain and frustration,
But I can't uproot the tree in spite of my greatest effort,
As it is already deeply entwined with my soul,
It's the worst situation for me,
I can neither accept it nor reject it,
I just see the infertile tree with my vacant eyes,
My tragic fate laughs at me.
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