Poetry

Roots of relation

She’s a tree withered by fate
Her branch of fruits is cut

Bleeding trunk couldn’t stop growing
She sprouts new hopes with passions adorable

Loving heart’s warmth as her food she springs
Watering her wants with togetherness of empathy

She does collect each drop of tears as diamonds
Shaping herself , carving herself more suitable for the trends

Pelting stones at her growth might be your hobby
But melting her heart would be better for you bobby

Peace of hearts individual leads to peace of the mankind
Speak not words of peace admirable with deeds unkind

Forgive and forget are her ornaments precious
Mend your insight rude to admire her nature gracious

Man of no forgiveness is not worth acceptance
Her each move is like that of a tree in nature’s alliance

Let not the growth green go unseen
Let not die the nature pristine!!

Choices must be voices of wise
Instead a noise in one’s heart unwise!!

@Raji❤
Bobita Saikia with love❤