The Trunk

I see in amazement Everybody climbs the big tree Without any difficulty, They are extremely pleased And rightly so they should be, The tree also accepts them gleefully, But I fail to climb it, Though I try my best, Still I miserably fail again and again, I can't understand the reason, Indeed I definitely feel that I am truly worthy of it, Why does the great tree deprive me? What does it think about me? Such questions occur in my pensive soul, But I don't get the answer of these, I hold the trunk of the important tree And cry in extreme pain and agony, But nothing fruitful happens, The heart of the famous tree seems to me very cruel and ruthless Like its hard and unyielding trunk.