Death In Disguise Poem by Avani Sirsikar

With sweet fruits even I was once laden
The fruits were the ornaments and I was the maiden
My fragrant flowers blossomed in spring
The cool breeze made my leaves swing
My branches welcomed the nightingale to sing

Yet that was years ago
When my heart was young and my spirit unaware of ego
Now to my lonelinesss, the birds do not disturb
There are no leaves left for the winds to perturb
Spring, summer, monsoon; today and tomorrow
Are all times for me to die in sorrow

By the young and lively the rains are sought
The woods just get wet and eventually rot
I'm not different, I live in each one of you
Slowly killing the person you never knew
Unfortunately you didn't notice and thought you grew!