The Seed



The seed withered

The plan shattered

The plane scorched

The dreams died

She stammered

She cried

WE witnessed

The time has arrived

The hope lie stained

“To exist”  we withheld

Now just an exit upheld.

Dedicated to all those trees that we cut down.

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Arjun here.From Kottakkal, Kerala,India. I am interested in anything that is interesting and writing comes among the top of that list. I read,I write,I live.

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