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Sumeet Mukherjee


The Big Tree In The Courtyard


Forgive me, oh please forgive me
That vulnerable child cried
As the big tree had trapped it down
And hold it tightly tied

The heartbeat starts sinking
And the limbs become numb
With even a slight glance of that tree
When screams become dumb

When the wind slowly blows
Through its innumerable branches
The hissing sound that it creates
Tells your probable chances

You stand right in front of it
And look into its dense branches
You see a face of a ghost
Giving you hungry glances

You step and crush the dead dried leaves
When you move one step back
And you find that your feet is glued
Onto that hostile track

The rotten bones that you see underneath it
Cries and tells the whole story
Drops of blood trickling down from it
Increasing the existing fury

Then the ghost comes down from the tree
With just the hands and the head
Its eyes and teeth terrifies your instincts
And the claws are wet and red

It’s hungry to feed on your flesh
It’s thirsty to drink your blood
The jaws and claws are waiting out there
Like a sharp edge stud

You scratch your voice out of your throat
But it’s somewhere lost
In the density of the tree
You apply all your damn energy
But there’s nobody
Who can set you free

The roots fall down of the branches
And rolls all through your waist
The picks and thorns enter your veins
And enjoys that hot blood taste

You know that you’re finished
And ultimately you give it up
The branches have got their orders
To finally take you up

So, there stands the tree
And that ghost under its guard
Now every mortal is warned about
The big tree in the courtyard

Submitted: Friday, May 15, 2009

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