Some trees just stand solo,
They don't summon a forest about,
Yet, in it's trunks, diverse life grow,
They don't need a mate to look out,
Don't have their kind's support,
Is it unfair, the love being denied to them?
The willed companionship we exhort,
Nope! Some trees just have it in them.
Written in the realization that standing stag is not a weakness but a strength.
~Chaahat.
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
