There was this girl whose name I did not know
She used to sit between her mom and dad everyday
On the front porch of her lovely home
And stare at a tree with pink flowers
Because she was told they were pretty like her
And she told her parents that she loved them both

After a few springs
She didn’t get to tell her mom
About her new friends at school
Because she was busy
With her new baby brother
So she told it to her father

After few summers
She didn’t get to tell her father
That she had won poetry competition
Because he was busy scolding her
About the report card which had a B in math amidst all the other As
So she told to it her brother

After few winters
She didn’t get to tell her brother
That the blonde boy two blocks away
Always hurts and touches her
Because he was too popular being the football captain
To hear her silly girl talks
So she told it to her friend

After a few monsoons
She didn’t get to tell her friend
That she was having nightmares recently
Which makes her paralyzed all over
Because she seemed too preoccupied
With her new emerald necklace
An expensive gift from her new best friend
So she told it to her teacher

After a few years
She didn’t get to tell her teacher
That these days she cries too often
With no reason at all
Because the teacher was replaced
With a new cold one
Whose eyes stared maliciously
Behind those black specs she wore
So she told it to that pink flowered tree

After a few months
She didn’t get to tell the tree
That she was afraid to be alone these days
And her head hurt her a lot
Because they moved to a new house
In the center of the city
Which had only bare tall buildings
So she told no one

After a few weeks
She didn’t get to tell no one
That she had no one to talk
Listen to her or hold her or hug her
But she very well remembered that the tree
Always listened to her patiently
Unlike all the people she had spoken to

So she broke out of her city house
In the middle of a dark night
And ran to the pink flowered tree
In her little skirt bare footed
The tree’s pink flowers at the canopy
Shone brightly which made her happy
A feeling she had forgotten long ago how to be

So she began to climb to reach them
Her grip slipped many times
But she didn’t dare look down
Her clothes became drenched in sweat
But she was too sacred to look down
Her whole body trembled
And this time she risked a glance down
That was the end of it
So that very night she feel asleep
Under the pink flowered tree
Adding red petals of her own
Wishing she had someone to tell…..


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