The Great Storm
My feet are stuck in the ground providing shelter and shade to weary birds and travellers... I don’t speak much nor complain about the wind...
By Tomthin Soubam | Updated on: June 22, 2020, 10:11 p.m.
(Representational Image-Caio)
I’ve been like a tree for quite sometime now.
My feet are stuck in the ground providing shelter and shade to weary birds and travellers
I gave them space and time to reflect.
I don’t speak much nor complain about the wind.
My feet are stuck in the ground providing shelter and shade to weary birds and travellers
I gave them space and time to reflect.
I don’t speak much nor complain about the wind.
I’ve shed many a leaves and fruits:
blown away by the wind to somewhere new.
Left wondering how far the wind goes.
At times, the wind blows hard, hard enough to make my branches move.
blown away by the wind to somewhere new.
Left wondering how far the wind goes.
At times, the wind blows hard, hard enough to make my branches move.
A larger part of me always got stuck, whilst trying to go with the wind.
Now the great storm is here at last.
Ready I am to go with it.
Now the great storm is here at last.
Ready I am to go with it.
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