Winter Of Despair - Poem by Reena Puri
The tree stood alone on the grassy knoll
It's branches spread wide and green swaying in the winds.
Alone, yet happy to be the nurturer of many that he was.
That summer a gentle unexpected rain came down.
The tree in its solitary splendor came forth with a beauty it had never shown before.
The nurturer and the nurtured prayed for the moments to last,
That brought forth hope and happiness to all.
Alas the winter of despair sneaked in, when the tree was at its peak.
The winter that year seemed harder.
The insidious cold winds slowly stripped the tree.
One by one the leaves fell
Like emotions that are stripped off from the tortured soul of a man.
Branches bereft of cover, exposed to the pain and misery that came forth
when the nurturer needed to be nurtured!
Never had the tree felt so alone
It rued the treacherous rain
that had upset the mundane cycle of his growth.
Life is sometimes better off without seeing glimpses of what is paradise.
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