Sneha Murali


A Tree's Life - Poem by Sneha Murali

i change my colour during fall
my leaves would fall during winter
during spring my branches would grow tall
summer, soo hot, i would grumble and mutter

i live a life with both sorrow and joy
my life isn't always bread with butter
i silently wait for the day i wouldn't enjoy
the day that i would die in the hands of a wood cutter


Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali


(short and painless...hehe! ! ....wrote it when i was very little...dont remember when though)


Comments about A Tree's Life by Sneha Murali

  • Rookie - 232 Points Kesav Easwaran (9/20/2009 6:04:00 AM)

    your talking tree...talks wise...good work Sneha...you have poetry in you...10 (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 145 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (8/17/2009 12:52:00 AM)

    this is nice..... since little were your days, , , height: you have a big gift....... nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 12, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 22, 2012


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