Life I Can't Live Poem by Sangavi -

Life I Can't Live

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When I was young,
I had a tiny sapling.
I swore an oath to care for it.
Rainwater and sunlight nurtured it,
as my parents nurtured me.

It grew lively, and so did I.
I cared for it every day,
spoke to it every day.
It was always fresh—
like my smile.

It grew into a young plant,
and so did I.
But some leaves began to wither,
like my spirit.
I had no time to see it often,
no time to care for it often.
The liveliness faded in it,
and so it faded in me.

It grew into a tree,
and so did I.
But I no longer saw the life in it,
as I no longer saw it in myself.

Now the leaves are withered entirely,
branches bare,
like my life.
There is a need for a new tree,
yet I fear it may wither too.

I cannot leave the old one behind,
and I am afraid
to plant the new.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem explores life's journey through the metaphor of a tree, showing how growth, care, and neglect mirror the speaker's own spirit. Beginning with a young, thriving sapling, the poem parallels the vitality of youth with moments of care and attention, nurtured by love and external support. As time passes, both the tree and the speaker experience fading energy and joy, represented by withering leaves and bare branches, conveying a sense of loss, emptiness, and fear. The recurring imagery of sunlight, rain, and growth emphasizes the need for care and attention, while the sapling at the end symbolizes hope and the potential for renewal. The tone is melancholic and reflective, yet subtly hopeful, underscoring the message that life requires care and that starting anew, though frightening, is always possible.
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