It stood erect with no leaf to adore it,
It appeared bad, ugly and sick.
Perhaps it lost against the long autumn,
As it appeared no winsome.
It had no leaf to breathe but semi-open lenticles,
Which helped it to live.
It had no luxuries, no companions,
Who stood by it's side.
That tree was alone in that scorching heat,
With it's feeble heart.
It could not fasten up its tardy beats,
In that sunshine so harsh.
From morning till evening it showed the same expression,
It had no alternative.
It just looked back to think of the reason of its depression,
In the same land where it was a native.
That tree was fully ignored by every creature who passed it,
As it did not even have shade for a passer-by to sit.
Moreover, it was diseased, leafless and unsightly,
Devoid of any mirth flowing briskly.
Every chirping bird perched upon a nearby tree,
And stared at it with contempt.
They wondered how lifeless and dejected one can be,
After watching it sad but standing erect.
Days after days, weeks after weeks,
That tree was unable to restore even a stub of its gleams.
It still looked the same, secluded and worthless,
And it never gave any comfort to those who were helpless.
It was weak and found difficulty in facing rough storms,
It was on the verge of collapse.
Any unfavourable event could uproot it,
And then ultimately on the soil it would relax.
It was so unlucky and inauspicious,
That near it no sapling could be seen.
Even the little grass decided to walk away,
From the place where that tree had been.
The rain also became partial,
It did not spell showers on that tree.
The rain knew that it can never blossom,
Or swirl to express its glee.
On the whole that tree proved to be nothing good.
It was just a burden.
It never lived but only existed,
In this joyous Earth full of fun.
This was the tree representing my life,
As putrid, pale, motionless and sterile.
But the only difference is I'm able to shed a tear,
Which that tree could not to express its dolor.
It appeared bad, ugly and sick.
Perhaps it lost against the long autumn,
As it appeared no winsome.
It had no leaf to breathe but semi-open lenticles,
Which helped it to live.
It had no luxuries, no companions,
Who stood by it's side.
That tree was alone in that scorching heat,
With it's feeble heart.
It could not fasten up its tardy beats,
In that sunshine so harsh.
From morning till evening it showed the same expression,
It had no alternative.
It just looked back to think of the reason of its depression,
In the same land where it was a native.
That tree was fully ignored by every creature who passed it,
As it did not even have shade for a passer-by to sit.
Moreover, it was diseased, leafless and unsightly,
Devoid of any mirth flowing briskly.
Every chirping bird perched upon a nearby tree,
And stared at it with contempt.
They wondered how lifeless and dejected one can be,
After watching it sad but standing erect.
Days after days, weeks after weeks,
That tree was unable to restore even a stub of its gleams.
It still looked the same, secluded and worthless,
And it never gave any comfort to those who were helpless.
It was weak and found difficulty in facing rough storms,
It was on the verge of collapse.
Any unfavourable event could uproot it,
And then ultimately on the soil it would relax.
It was so unlucky and inauspicious,
That near it no sapling could be seen.
Even the little grass decided to walk away,
From the place where that tree had been.
The rain also became partial,
It did not spell showers on that tree.
The rain knew that it can never blossom,
Or swirl to express its glee.
On the whole that tree proved to be nothing good.
It was just a burden.
It never lived but only existed,
In this joyous Earth full of fun.
This was the tree representing my life,
As putrid, pale, motionless and sterile.
But the only difference is I'm able to shed a tear,
Which that tree could not to express its dolor.
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