Walking through the meadow,
I found a shadow,
Of an old and lifeless tree,
Who was almost dead but yet was free.
The mighty wind made it tremble,
As if the life for him was a gamble.
Just like a dead star amongst those who
Striving to live but failing the
attempts to survive,
The blessing sun turned out to be deadly
All the birds and the animals he used to
feed, had left him,
And the family of leaves, fruits and
flowers deserted him.
God blessed him with loneliness to share
his grief with,
Clouds blessed him with dryness to share
his life with,
Suddenly, I stumbled over something and
And shrieked out with fear as the tree
Disturbed with the sight I left the
Still unable to recover what I faced,
But I came to know then that everyone
has to die like this,
And old age is inevitable, a curse and
not a bliss…!