A small neem plant was grown
by an old man in his late eighties
Outside the boundry wall of his house
He looked after it everyday
He grew some cactus for its safety
Neem plant was growing into a tree
Old man was becoming more elderly
Old man took few leaves every day
To keep himself fit
After few more years
Old man was unable to come down
From first floor to ground floor
One day I saw old man was talking to tree
"Now you are too strong
But I am too weak to walk"
I saw neem tree grew in more height
It increased its branches to reach the railing of old man's house
To my surprise one day
Old man was plucking the leaves
From first floor of his house
Neem tree was showing its gratitude
By offering its leaves to its saviour.
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
