You sow seeds of your life,
By your own self.
You wish that they survive,
Without others' help.
You put some water of affection,
And desire for a vibrant leaves collection.
You anticipate it show the true inner reflection.
You wish the plant to grow soon,
It peaks out and sees the brutality.
You take care of it in the blazing afternoon,
So that it doesn't adapts to the causality.
You wish it to grow into a sturdy brawny tree,
Which gives fruits and blooms flowers,
Which can be set free,
And is full of vie and power.
Once it's usual to the surroundings,
People come and go.
And say bad words cursily
The tree- it's morals go low.
The imaginations and expectations
All are failed.
Full of scars and suctions
You now sailed.
Back to - from where you came.
No guilt, no regret, no shame.
You think to earn more fame,
Making your life truly lame.
The tree without you died,
Because it had no hope.
Are you still capable to say "it's mine"
It is long gone.
