🥀A Tree Of True Friends🥀
I am a pity tree of Wild forest Experienced many seasons of my past.
Some gifts me leaves and flowers
Some gifts me light and Water.
I enjoyed my life with full of relish
Believing all these partial things.
They looked like as my owns of own.
And Wore me a beautiful fake crown.
When the season of Storm came with a fury hurricane.
All the leaves laughed and left me alone.
All the flowers droped down and made me a skeleton.
The very trusted roots also left the bootom.
Alone admited the pain and frustration.
In this Wild forest, I remained alone.
Mahesh kumar Mahapatra.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is about my experience in my college days, when I joined there as a innocent student and focused only on my studies and got a better result every friend came and talk with me as i am their owns of own. We were become very close to each others. But I didn't understand their intentions as i am just an innocent boy. One day when I faced a big problem in my college which i can not explain here, all my near and dear friend did not supported me, they left me to suffer alone. I alone admitted every thing as a oldman.
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