THE MIRTH TREE
The mirth tree In mime of laughter Praises branches For living so long. Happy birds Singing in serenity Clutches the twigs To make it's home. A fruit so ripe For squirrel so while Bite its tail To foresee more. A trembling lad With madness he loves Seeks the tree To save him from foes. Thunderous roars - beats The clouds apart Only the branches to hold The tree from lightening stroke.... S ANANDHI 17/04/20
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