I COME FROM THE NATURE,
HOPING FOR A NICE FUTURE!
I GROW AND GROW WITH AIMS,
BUT EVERYONE USES ME FOR GAMES.
PEOPLE SAY OH! GOOD AIR,
BUT CARPENTERS SAY WOOD FOR CHAIRS.
I HAVE LOTS OF WISHES TO FULFILL,
BUT I DIE WITHOUT SEEING MY REFILL!
TO YOU, I BEND AND BOW,
AND PLEAD WITH A VOICE SO LOW.
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME BY TURNING ME TO COAL,
I'LL GROW OLD TILL I REACH MY GOAL!!!
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Author:
SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2011 07:22
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Nice write!!!
Trees? Beautifully expressed in couplets,
I can hear trees too, we should pay attention and listen to them.
Best
D.
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