I am a huge tree
And I am very free
My roots are in the Indian soil
But branched out in the west with great toil
People say my roots are not seen
But my leaves are green
The trunk is very high
It is growing into the sky
The roots may be bitter
The fruits may be sweeter
I know without roots
There are no fruits
I grow up further
My roots are very stronger
I don’t know which tree I am
But I am very calm
No tempest can shake me
In my grove the bee makes honey
If you want to name
Please do it for my fame
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
I am a huge tree
And I am very free
My roots are in the Indian soil
But branched out in the west with great toil
People say my roots are not seen
But my leaves are green
The trunk is very high
It is growing into the sky
The roots may be bitter
The fruits may be sweeter
I know without roots
There are no fruits
I grow up further
My roots are very stronger
I don’t know which tree I am
But I am very calm
No tempest can shake me
In my grove the bee makes honey
If you want to name
Please do it for my fame
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
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