Indoor Plant

M M. Asim Nehal M. Asim Nehal
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I am witness to the lively conversation between Indoor and outdoor plant and here it goes: I am indoor plant, a plant meant to grow and live, Within four walls in a small pot. I am taken care with good manure and pure water My growth delight my master. A caring master who is always vigilant, With an eye on me, I am taken out occasionally. When sun is not so bright and wind is mild, But I have so much to complain about. When I see my compatriot growing fast, Standing tall and enjoying life I envy. I feel depressed when I see birds making nest, Travelers sitting beneath to take rest. When Children climbing and playing hide and seek Ploughing fruits to eat. I always had my complaints reserved for the day, When I would get an opportunity to speak. And one day the lady luck smiled: I got the opportunity to stay besides the tree. The tree I envied the most. My conversation started with all negatives thoughts Thoughts that I had stored for long! The tree smiled and said something for my delight, Do you know the painful story I have? I was thrown out like an orphan, the discarded one To fight my battle alone left at the mercy of God Sun, wind and night all tested my patience Water gushed weakening my roots Cattles ate my stems and leaves Kids ploughed leaves, stems and fruits I suffered pain and agony When fungus, pests and insects troubled me I stood alone in the heavy rains In the scorching sun, In the melting chilly nights When you were under shade of protection And under care of your master My trials and turbulence taught me many lessons Hardship, sacrifices, pain and suffering One day they came and put a mark on me to cut To cut for broadening the road for humans I survived because of a tree lover, Who suggested cutting only few branch, Birds that built the nest by hurting me, Laid the eggs hatched it and then flew. See now I have grown old and have become weak Nobody come to me but the only time I felt proud Was when an old man came with his grandchild. Stood beside me and said this tree was my best ally When I was young I climbed on it umpteen times Ate fruits, sat to write my homework and slept And he showed my picture.

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