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The Tree of Trust

                               Trust is like a valiant fruit tree
                             That is not grown just with words,
                                 Nor does it mature carefree;
                            Its seed sown with love in the backyard
                               Needs to be watered with due care
                                  And attended with a fitting flair.

                              Its roots are damped with honesty
                          While its trunk breathes out confidence,
                                   Its stems smell of sincerity,
                               Its branches exhale the pertinence
                                  Of promises kept and sustained 
                              And its leaves unfold truth maintained.

                                 Its fruits roll out joy and pleasure
                                    While its seeds procure new life
                              And its shade provides some shelter,
                             Whether from life`s occasional strife,
                               The ardent rays of the midday sun
                                   Or the transient rain at dawn.

                                     Yet the valiant tree of trust
                                 Can dry up with the venom of lust,
                                  With the pure poison of mistrust
                                 Or with the noxious bane of hate
                                   That can drive it to a sad fate
                                      And turn it to sorrowful dust.

                                       It truly behoves one and all
                                   Not to let the sacred tree of trust
                                       To reach a desolate downfall,
                                         Nor allow it to turn to dust
                                   But to hold it high as a must,
                                       As a companion of the soul.


By Krishnanand Guptar

21 January 2023
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