The Lonesome Tree on the Hill
Many times
my eyes attract
The sight of
a tree on a distant hill.
My
visualization makes me haunted
By a silence
and a thundering feel.
There it
stands a little below the peak
Leafless and
lifeless it stands upright.
Surrounded
by tiny dried bushes it depicts
Massiveness
alone does not give delight.
A ghost of loneliness
surrounds
As an eyes
among the blinds.
What gusto
lies in grandeur?
If
satisfaction is what self deprives.
Having
observed the tree much
My mind explodes
contemplating
What if I
live such a life where
Hardwork
without interest goes failing.
I have ever
thought it wise
To opt for
the road not taken.
Now that
it’s time to return to the junction
May future
whiten the days gone blacken.
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