It is like a tree standing in some gushing storms,
Battered by the thrust wreaked on it,
Struggling against the tormenting force that wants to take a defeat on it,
Beaten in unanimous direction of sweeping strength,
It suffers the pains in tolerance,
Leaves are gone,
Fruits lay alone,
Holding on to its roots,
Beliefs say,
It would go away.
3 comments:
good :)
My belief say,
It is dancing,
Having experience,
becoming strong,
it will never go away.
never ever.
new leaves, new fruits will come,
gushing storms will refresh,
help it getting updated.....
:) :)
Ritu Bansal
Good thought, rightly said:)
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