Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Bare Tree

I’m a bare tree, just a bare tree.
I bear no flower, no scent,
No leaf and no fruit.
I stand alone, all alone.
I’m a bare tree, just a bare tree.

I once had flowers, others envied.
A fruits-laden tree, many admired.
I had leaves that beautified me.
I looked complete but not anymore;
I’m a bare tree, just a bare tree.

For long I stared at the tree next to me,
It looked beautiful just as I used to be.
The breeze carried the scent from its flowers.
The leaves and the fruits made me feel;
I’m a bare tree, just a bare tree.

I too had the flowers and the scent.
I had the leaves and the fruits.
I looked beautiful; not anymore.
They left me all alone to say -
“I’m a bare tree, just a bare tree.”


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