The Tree!

I saw a Tree, and wanted its shade,

It was too hot, and my shadow was in need of aid,

I was walking since long, avoiding being seen,

And now I wanted to stop, but things were not keen.

I saw the Tree from far,

Thought that its branches would hide my scar!

My veil was torn, and drapes dark,

There were sounds following me, and the wind was making mark.

My feet were bruised, I did not want to tread,

But its coolness was inviting, appealing to my shreds,

I prodded along the way to reach it soon,

But it kept on getting farther, as if I were a goon!

Sun was spitting fire; my skin was getting parched,

I wanted to rest and breathe, but the roads were starched.

The quicker I got, the farther it went,

I was getting impatient, as there was no vent.

The Tree was alluring, and pulled me towards it,

Its leaves were green and dense, leaving my tensed pulse lose wit,

I was moving towards it, like a buffoon,

And my soul was like a madman, lost and ruined.

Finally, I was reaching near it and thought it was just there,

But again, I realized that it was a mirage, and not here.

The Tree was still there, shining bright in the light,

But guess the distance was too long for me to cover it before twilight….

The wind started blowing, as if to worsen my case,

Neither was there a well nor His grace,

The Tree was inviting, calling me near it again and again,

But the road, now, was looking like a maze.

“I guess, I am going just round in circles”-said some Inner voice,

“Either you pursue the same course, or make a choice”,

“There it is, but it keeps on losing from sight,

Yours has to be the call, to decide what will be right!”

I thought and felt, why there is so much pain,

Am I looking for something distant, or am I afraid of the strain?

Why is there doubt that the Tree is too far,

Am I not capable of reaching my shining star?

“Is it justified to give up the chase,

Thinking that difficult is the race?

Will it be fair to give up the dream,

Only because strict is the desired Regime?”

The Tree’s shade is sought, because too harsh is sunshine,

Isn’t it better, to have it once, than to regret later in time.

Let me try it once, to regret never more,

That I gave up a desire which was on shore!

The Tree is lovely, green and high,

It is the one whose shade I sigh,

I have to go near it once, to feel its breeze,

Then let it be my call, not to give up or seize.