A tree.
A tree it
was-a beautiful tree,
Lush green,
strong, erect and sturdy!
Never bowed
in front of the winds,
Nor ever the
Earth saw it bleed.
He was a
sight, Nature’s delight,
Whose shade
was everyone’s dream.
Happy were
the days,
At night,
neighbours envied his calm,
Seasons looked
biased,
His bloom grew,
irrespective of time.
Things were
so pleasant,
He looked as
if Nature’s special plant!
But the
Sisters knew they had the power,
No one could
endure when they wanted to mar!
Patient were
they-as if to befool him for some more,
Ignorant was
the tree of his vulnerable node.
Time went by
and Sisters waited in peace,
Waited for
the tree to enjoy some more greenery,
Till one day
they changed their mind,
And then was
the onset of the tree’s incessant blight...
What did I
do-he used to think,
Fumbled was
he to see such a low...
His leaves
fell, his roots decayed.
Pain was all,
which had back stayed.
Yet somehow,
the tree refused,
Refused to
submit or cry and subdue.
Tall it
stood and proud still was,
Proud of
having a unique strong brow.
Sisters took
affront and thus decided to avenge,
Make him
repent for his unrelenting strands.
But the tree
refused, refused to leave his charm,
And
continued he to question the growing dark.
He knew for
sure Light would dawn,
And in her
presence Satan’s friends will run,
For they
live in a dungeon dark and wide,
Where gloom
is favoured and Light blinds their eyes.
Finally Spring
came with her sunshine in store,
And earth
was filled with brightness galore,
Sisters had
to leave, as they had no choice,
And the tree
was still there like an undefeated knight!
