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Tree and I

Years ago
I bought a seed
Invested in that
watered to feed.

While growing
I took care
He grew good
As investment was fair.

Making his own food
For a greater good
Raised a joyful chant
Now he was a plant.

I sat near him
We used to talk
As he was a plant
He couldn’t walk.

One day he grew up
He became a tree
Both of us were busy
No one was free.

Whenever we crossed path
Now a days it was hard to talk
I used to waive my hand
He moved branches and bend.

We were far
Not on talking terms
Growing together, we had
Some knots and burns.

I took good care
I did not lack
He gave me fruits
Just to pay me back.

He was a big tree now
Took a lot of space to spread
I also protected him from
Those who were a threat.

I don’t know how but
One day it changed its colour
He thought he was a phenom
But his trunk got venom.

He was glad
As he looked different
Unaware that he got poisoned
And others weren’t.

Colour had some shine
Though he looked fine
He reacted as wish got fulfill
But truely it was poison to kill.

I interfered, tried to save
Stoped him entering into dark cave
Being colourful, he was proud
Above the seventh cloud.

If venom is in trunk
Why should whole tree sunk
I gave it a thought
Couldn’t decide, left it to god.

I wised If I could save the branches
Could gave them some more chances
But even the trunk did not care
Though I tried to make him aware.

First thing I think I earned
Despite all the efforts, I lost it
It turned venomous,
And I burned it.

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