The Broken Branch Poem by lalitha iyer
The Broken Branch
It hung there
half alive, half dead
clinging to the ever green trunk
the bleeding branch inaudibly struck
it can see, but not speak
it has feelings, but it wont express
it can hear, but cannot react
it wants to tell but was dying inch by inch
the half open eyes gemmed half dead looks
truth glistened upon the dying sight
it was a moment of wisdom dawned upon
from reality's hands, treasured so long.
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