That morning when the sun
Was in hurry to show his fury
I settled down on the sofa
My weary brow dripping
The humid weather outside
I had the bin emptied before me
And a crumpled piece of paper
Caught my blinking vision
“The tree reveals of the root-rot
Only when the leaves begin to fade
And the branches stand ready to fall
But still there come a bird or two
For a brief rest…
I give the roots all that I can to nourish
Unaware and unguarded…”
My eyes declined to go further
My sweat
My tears
Felt alike on my cheek…
The empty bin gawked
10sep2010
13.20hrs
indira babbellapati
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