Loathing

You are a tree with thousands of leaves. Yet you let them splatter. You are human being who deceives, thence your leaves do not matter. Without your leaves, You are a tree waiting for its chopper. You are just a jabber, with nothing to consider. You are less momentous than before Hence, they are your virus with no cure. In their presence You become more attractive. With them there is a lot of difference. As they water you, your roots become more active. Their faces no longer appear with sympathy. Even, He, Himself starts treating you with equity.