When I saw the tree last year
It's branch was damaged due to cyclone
It was crying crying crying
I could not console it
with my words or deeds
I thought it may not recover from grief
Today I saw it again
when i was crossing it
The tree very happy laughing
loving and nodding its head
with over joy
I saw its wound healed
The time gave it medicine
and made her to forget its loss
Time is a doctor
who give treatment
Time makes man to forget
remembrances of mother
Time consoles
and convince
from grief or loss
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