They put down my hope...,
My only hope left was the wood...
Without a leaf.
The first one targeted
Was my HOPE.
In utter silence of the society
They cut down my HOPE.
On a Sunday morning,
They cut down my HOPE.
In utter helplessness of the elements
They cut down my HOPE.
With no one to oppose,
It puts itself in jeopardize.
With no shelter..
My birds have become vulnerable.
They cut down my HOPE.
Man on tree, holding
Razor-edged saw.
Tightening rope so ppl beneath,
Don't get hurt.
But what about my
HOPE, it's suffering.
The sky, clouds begun
Shedding tears all day long,
Slowly and tenderly.
They cut down my HOPE.
I never saw my HOPE,
So bare, so naked.
It left me despaired,
With nothing that I could do.
Those refreshing greeny life's,
With a tinch of orangish-red..
All over the ground.
With those so strong branches,
Dead & all alone.
I never saw my HOPE,
uncovered...ever.
Either with flamboyance,
Or with verdant waves of leafs.
He didn't tremor,
While deciding it to take down.
He was the culprit,
Who himself planted and
Shaved it.
It was too late for me,
To utter a word.
The time I perceive,
Was last branch which was being buttered.
#reality
