You asked me
How do you feel?
I replied
With planting a tree.
The fire is in the house,
But I never told,
As my memory goes,
The house is not on fire.
I like this earth,
And you know it and
Hence you are trying
To make me the same.
I can't-do without you,
Let me declare the truth.
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