Existence

As a creeper was I born,
Meant by nature to be supported,
But fate willed otherwise!
Weaker ones clung to me for survival;
Gradually I forgot that I was a creeper,
Mentally I became a tree.

Slowly and unobtrusively,
My dependants sapped my vitality
And in time, moved on to other trees;
Redundant and neglected I remain.

Now I have not the agility of a creeper
Nor the tenacity of a tree;
As I see other creepers entwined on trees,
Happy and blossoming,
I brood over the irony of my own life
Which hardly deserves the name;
At the most, it is my ‘Existence'.

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