A tree that housed a lot of memories...

OUR WOOD APPLE TALE



There's a thorny being  in my territory,

Stood it tall, all childhood days__

Sometimes naked but at time bushy,

Showed it beauty in manifold ways___


Hearing stories of ghosts and taboos,

My younger heart will quiver hard__

But it stood smiling,gayfully-jolly,

Bearing fruits and chirping birds__


Grandpa would often ponder tales

Saying he'd sit and watch along__

While he leaves this mortal world,

I got to be bold and utterly strong___


I travelled past adolescence, I grew adult,

But still kept believing his stories et all___

Thought the tree is epitome of grandpa,

Be I old or be I small.


But alas, the curse of civilised world,

Alas! it's cut and Alas! it's gone___ 

The lastest memory of my childhood fairy,

The lastest memory of being strong.


Sorry  I couldnot stop the mishap,

Sorry I know "Sorry" isn't enough___

You might've bleed and wept for help,

You might've known that living 's tough.


Tell my grandpa ,O' sweet little tree,

Tell him I kept on trying to be strong___

Tell him he's still my dearest,

But sorry I couldn't protest the wrong,

But,Sorry I couldn't protest the wrong.


-tuli:)



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