Out there,
In that desolate world,
Where only thing moving around is a fear of being absurd.
And a fear of being affected by the grace of bliss.
And a concern to remain protected,
At the time of crisis.
I always see a tree,
Standing alone on that dirty sand,
With nobody to wave with him in the wind,
& nobody with whom he can share his land.

Whenever the sky,
Feels sympathetic towards the tree,
To give it a company,
It pours down the droplets of glee.
As the cool drops of water,
Falls on its leaves,
It springs out with joy,
Just like a child when he gets a new toy.

At night too,
Darkness doesn't concern it.
Making friends with the moonlight,
It shines alone in the dark.
Surrounding itself with positivity,
It swings to & fro.
With its forlorn happiness,
It beautifies the nature with a bright white glow.

- Aarya Kareepadath
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