On My Roots.. Poem by Vivek Kumar

On the ground of your love..
I came to you as a seed..
When you dropped a water-stuff..
I started to have a greed..

After a number of days..
You spoke in the ways..
I was going next to you..
Never wanna say but not to prove..
Be happy and look at your past..
now, my growth has a start..
I will be there, my breathe last..

I had wished to be there..
I use to have a lot to share..
As I felt but never to grew..
Don't know how I started to you..

Going to a height..
I am scattering love upon you..
I am big but too small to you..
I am green, branches are wide..
It it is only you hold me tight..
It comes some furious storms..
But I am safe in your arms..

You gave Mr a lot to remember..
How can I forget that November..?
''Loving you'', I have spoken..
No more, I am dried- broken..

At my eleventh hour, feeling no more..
I want to die with kisses you four..
You are sad and your love is dying..
Holding you in my branches-''That's fine..''
My leaves are on your lips..
Will never get you next glimpse..

Yes, I am gone but you are here..
I had to leave, I was bald and sere..
You will be missing all those storms..
''Loving you, my roots are still in your arms..''