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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