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The Tree

I lived all my days for others
I gave my fruits to you.
I gave the shade you needed
When you were haunted by the sun.
It is I who purified the air
That is sustaining your life.
But you are not thankful to me,
Moreover you are cruel to me,
You killed my parents who did the same.
I watched you cutting them
I could hear their helpless cry then.
I know you’ll kill me too one day
But remember one thing:
You will all suffer for this same day.

Sree Priya. C
X
Bhavan’s Senior Secondary School , Chithali

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