• dharini_14 9w


    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!