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Blossomed
Branches, you did talk?
I wasn't lonesome when I sat under you.
I felt the presence of a mother,
caressing her child, facing the life, true.
Leaves did you cheer?
I wasn't drowned in despair when I sat under you.
I felt the presence of a friend,
motivating me with a pat on the back and a lame joke.
Roots, did you hold my hand?
I wasn't broken anymore when I touched the ground,
I felt the presence of my father's blessings, over my head, crowned.
Oh Tree! did you shed?
I was healed when I back to my feet got.
I felt the presence of my teacher's wisdom,
teaching the very lesson of moving on.
© Supriya Baranwal
I wasn't lonesome when I sat under you.
I felt the presence of a mother,
caressing her child, facing the life, true.
Leaves did you cheer?
I wasn't drowned in despair when I sat under you.
I felt the presence of a friend,
motivating me with a pat on the back and a lame joke.
Roots, did you hold my hand?
I wasn't broken anymore when I touched the ground,
I felt the presence of my father's blessings, over my head, crowned.
Oh Tree! did you shed?
I was healed when I back to my feet got.
I felt the presence of my teacher's wisdom,
teaching the very lesson of moving on.
© Supriya Baranwal
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