To A Fruitbearing Tree
G Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
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I told it frankly
Unless you bears fruit
And makes us happy
I have no other way
Your roots that came underneath
Of the plinth and basement of my home
That I built with so much effort
You grown up to my window, the Branches
Through the intruder comes all nights
I solved it cut and removing
Only my concern of the safety of my home
You stopped to give enough fruits as usual
I thought you are angry with me
Still this year you continues to so, it seems
But remember, I have no other solution.
Bu şiiri puanla
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