Chameleon And Basil Poem by Azitej Anand

It was here, I lost my friend,
Basil was always holding his weight;
I at first, moved to pluck some petals
He was stuck to let himself change, at late:

I noticed him down,
And finally after having leaves, I got on stairs.
Next morning, on same path,
He was there gleaming in layers:

He was an inch before,
I plucked leaves in a same manner;
He put himself as neutral,
But eyes in a sense of loosing control afore:

It was on a repition cycle,
My daughter and me be his favourite;
She plunges him, awakes me down;
Soon the closeness was generate:

Time the greatest power of all,
Before autumn leaves start kissing down the earth;
He was not able to hold,
And I got busy in daily perch.

Days passed on,
I again to have leaves,
Still I was waiting
To get that relation,
Again to get that beliefs: