Under the Tree
Under the tree,
Sat a man
Isolated in his misery.
Looked like he was writing
Some prose or poetry.
And then somebody told me
About him, about his life.
How sad he was after losing his wife.
Since then, I observed that when he got free,
He sat there with his diary and wrote
Under that tree.
Under the tree,
He found a soul again.
The more he wrote, the more he learned to live
The more he learned to live, the more he bloomed
Like a fresh flower.
He understood that everything happens for a reason
And he should learn to live for the people who are near.
He realised that he should still live for his son
And then, sometimes with son and sometimes alone,
He spent some hours
Under that tree.
UNDER THE TREE
Sits a man,
Who used to be isolated in his misery
Who still writes prose and poetries
It is his ambition, his strength. And now,
Not just a man but a 'POET' indeed, sits and writes
UNDER THAT TREE.
29th March 2017
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