The Rosewood Tree

The Rosewood Tree long poem

Photo by Neta Bartal

Everyday I stand Bold on my Roots
Giving you all the reasons to Live
Feeding your Wards with all of my Fruits
Even after all the Tortures you Give

You need me today to build your Nest
Everyday it’s not that am dying Alone
You tasted world’s Sweetness with my Breast
And why is your heart now a Stone

Did I lost my way, To all of your Hopes
And so I am given no reason to Banish
I feel my world is getting down this Slope
And watching your Comforts getting Vanish

The Leaves on my head are not less than a Crown
That even those Stars sometimes tries to Stare
I’m born with a base of Python Coiled Around
And you will find my Presence Everywhere

I feel my Grandness to reduce Day by Day
Still Today I could not satisfy your Lust
Everytime I lift my Leafy Arms to Pray
But at the end all I see is a Giant Bust

Everytime I cry but You don’t see my Pain
Everyday I bleed through the wounds you’ve Made
And So I hide my tears when it Rains
But my Blossom smiles will never Fade

Being a Friend in such a World of Stranger
Will I forever remain in your heart as an Assist
In absence of me you will face the worst Danger
With a world where Life won’t ever Exist

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