POEM

                                   ENERVATIVE TREE

 I am incessantly emendating my mistake

For i am nothing now but wastage.

Arum time of my life, for me is superfluous

As existence of mine is dolorous.

My own branches envisage me loggerheaded

Tell m,. what is the folly of this old aged?
The flowers which are always the part of my encomiums
Has taken the path of their own ambitions.
All my vicinages once took the shelter of my man oeuvre.
Now they think “why I am without any hardware?”
Implex situation is in front of me
only death can emendate this indictment from me.
Earlier my fruits were my parlance for the mob
that pride was finished with my nascent clock.
Earlier I was the guard of my leaves and other parts
now in me, my parts are searching lucrative jobs.
I always accept my fate with sufficement
But my plant don’t give any judgment.
My branches are scattered in the obfuscating world
They are unable to see my love and zest in hurdles.
I hope from you some tender words
Ultimately they will merge with my bark.
Always remember you will be planted next to me
And time will again shift horologe to thee.