Day goes,
Year goes,
Season changes,
I remain same from inside.
I become green,
I become dry,
I become a puppet to West wind.
But I remain the same from inside.
They loved me,
When I was young.
They've left me,
As all my beauty gone.
But I'm still the same from inside.
Yes, I have feelings.
Feel joy, feel thrust, feel pain.
I'm waiting to be read;
A little deep than they did.
Because I'm always the same from inside.
__©Lekha
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A good start with a nice poem, Lekha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.