Tree


Only her head sunk in the ground,
Her belly slims with arms and chairs-
She girdles her gown held
Before her ankle
With her legs invicible sunk in the sky.
Is it an injustice that her leaves
Will never get to her feet ?
To her destination, she feels
And seems at one place,
But with the route stretched
Passed over the house, in her head, in her dreams
While she thinks; over the fence
She has a twin, won't speak
But does the same as she does,
Give and gives what she has.
Is it true they grow and she never
think ?
'Mother do thou hear ?' And she
replies and assures her seeds,'Even though thou falls
and seeks!'

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