The Wizened Apple Tree Poem by Mehran Rashidzad

When I opened my hands and bloomed
They simply came to me and consumed
Whenever I got apples, they said they love it
Whenever I got shade, they came to sit
The beautiful utterances I have heard
The greatest apples to them I shared
As long as they were sitting beside me
I couldn’t have thought I’d be this much lonely
I was young and such a halfwit
I thought forever they’d sit
Now that I’m old and sick
I’ve got no more apples left to pick
Even with their names hacked on me
All those people call me mad and wizened tree
The more I think about the apples they picked
The more I find that I’ve been tricked
If I get born again and live
To those people I won’t believe