The moment I am born
To the moment of my fall,
Green,then yellow to brown,
Melody to Melancholy
I grow..
Battered
by the sun

Butchered –
by a lazy hand
Grabs, for no reason, tears
Shreds to pieces.
A dumb and hungry mouth
Pulls, bites, chews
Grappling with the winds
Soiled and soaked in rain
I shrivel, wither, lose my green
Lose my taste, I fall
With the weight of time.
The poet that praised me
When decked in dew
Praises my fall, the fallen me

Every foot crushes my soul
Under its sole,
Deaf to my cry
Call it a musical rustle.
That’s hard-hitting!
Great post.
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Deaf toy cry, call it a musical rustle….. Beautiful Doctor! π€
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Thank You Offshore
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Woah!!
Amazing Sir!!
Each line had its own power.
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Thanks Hema
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Wonderful lines. Emotions attached.
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Thanks Sir
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Beautifully penned π
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Thanks Anuπ
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