A Story

I met a story, on my way

One more half, made  my day

 Story of a tree, only and lonely,

No one around and no things surround

Bereft of leaves, bereft of love

In need of flowers, in need of showers

Without any fruit ,without any shoot

Ah! What pain..it went and it went

Nobody sits, no monkeys ride

No  birds chirping  ,No wish tied,

No bells ringing, no children swing

 all is quiet ,   all is quiet

Except  a ” whisper “

I happened to hear ,”I am not

Destitute and  dispossessed

Dejected and deprived

I MAY LOOK ALONE ,I MAY LOOK WRONG

“SOLITARY TREES, IF  THEY GROW AT ALL

GROW STRONG”

                                                                                shruti