TREE

It is numb, but bends to give shadow
It grows in a mound, with no marrow
It sways and hides its envy
It is beautiful sapling that never grow abruptly

Our relation is intertwined
Its' sheer presence make us miliewed
Between the terrified huddles
It protects the solid boulders

Let us seek on times of turbulence
Let ourself feel bashful
To do suck a thing cruel
By chopping it and testing its patience

In our dialect
Let is understand the topic succumb
Let our heart be raced
And legs be trembled
Let us find healing for this blasphemy!
©dharini_14