BE HIGH ENOUGH
Making futile efforts
Was trying to be an oak tree!
Serving all with my cool shadow
Went on ignoring self
Caring all my branches
Loving my big flat leaves
Now find myself
Standing alone
People say that
I am still strong
Bearing burning heats
And freezing winters
Enjoying sweet springs
Calm & serene autumn!
Heavy falling rains
Washing all earth
That kept sticking
To my roots as mother
With a brave heart !
Feeling so weak and
Feeling freaky of
Any strong wind storm
Uprooting my being
And no one could
Find any traces of
My trunk, branches and
Green n golden leaves!
That may be really death
one could believe!
By Jagjit Singh Jandu (Jit )
@ December 17, 2015
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