The Tree Says.

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I was born 200 years before your great grandfather used to play hide and seek around me. Back then things were different, I invited everybody, birds, insects and many more, It tickled me as the lover boy hugs me to startle his love, Boys and girls solved there love quarrels under my shade. It bleeds my heart as the vengeful person waits behind me to kill someone, I felt the earthquake and cyclone long before it came but nobody listened to my silent cry except birds and animals. I welcomed the winds of change after the this land become independent of foreign occupation, I hugged communal harmony, I got dazzled during the celebrations of Dussehra, I recalled every single moment of those people who had leave. Now no body hugs me or holds me. The fake brothers of mine are more long lasting the me, They don't need water, air or soil. They feed on attention, it is ample in this beautiful world of looking beautiful, The truth once a jewel in the crown now burried alive, to throne the vanity. No wonder truth is bitter than poison and a growling ghost in the dark waiting for the right time to shatters the cosmetic prosperity. I think, I sad enough, I close my eyes to say goodbye, I am dying and those saws are prepared.