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It was born with
me,
We grew together.
When we were young,
we cared of
nothing.
We moved and waved,
and enjoyed the
breeze.
Youth came and so
did thoughts,
we deciphered
things,
and discussed a lot
together.
We studied
together,
It kept all my
secrets,
even my crushes and
romances.
We matured
together,
became rough and
rigid.
We hardly noticed
the wind anymore,
wonder if it ever
existed.
We are now strong
and unshakeable,
but for what good?
we both don't understand.
Now we are old and
we miss the wind,
we can not enjoy
it, we just can't.
We don't think a
lot now,
we just sit
together and relax.
We love to recall
the memories,
we are still
talking about the life.
We are both dying
now,
neither of us wants
to die.
We have invested so
much time in this life,
we don't wish to
start over again.
The time has come
now,
we have to say our
last goodbyes.
It is hurting, not
to die,
but to see you die
my friend.
I wish there are
trees in heaven,
and I wish there
are rains.
Because you my
friend,
are the 'life' that
I had.
-Shivam Dhawan
A Dying Tree
I do not know when the seed was sown,
Though I did see the tender green;
It grew silently; to me unknown,
And soon It was a plant.
I do not know who nurtured it,
Perhaps a glance would have!
It grew to a tree, so brightly lit
Basking in the bright red land.
But the blood of heart could nurture no more,
As The light of your love never glittered on it.
In vain go my love's efforts to grow,
Unseen die the flowers it bore.
Still hoping your love to shine on me,
My blood still trying to save the tree.
Waiting for your light in darkness of hopes,
Hoping for a life, a dying tree chokes.
-Ashay
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